The day was sunny and bright, and the snow was beginning to melt giving way to an early Spring. A loud sun beam lit up my bedroom with a blinding light, but nothing, not even the sun herself could pull me out the eternal funk I had found myself in. I had been a witch for about 2 weeks, and I had already trespassed on Pack land, stolen Coven property, cast spells above my knowledge level, broken into our scared temple, oh and made out with my familiar, dooming us both to either death, exile, or dismemberment. I was a mess; a child and I didn't deserve my abilities or the responsibility that came along with them. So here I laid, depressed in bed.
Carson had been blowing up my cell all morning and afternoon, but I just couldn't bring myself to face him. What would I say anyway? 'Hey! Remembe
