Delilah's POV
It is already night. And I still haven't seen anyone. I don't even want to step out of my door. I don't know why I am hiding. If it is because I called Avery as my mom, or I didn't like the version they are trying to build of her in my head.
Because from whatever bond we both shared for the last few days, she was nice to me. She told me that there is nothing wrong in being who you are.
And that one thing got stuck in my mind. Because my own family tried to hide it from me. They gave me protection charms in the form of a bracelet and what not so I couldn't perform magic.
That is one such cruel thing to do. I am not only a werewolf but also a witch. It takes me eighteen years to get my wolf but I am a born witch. That makes a difference.
There is a knock on the door a
