ALIONA'S POV
By the time I got back to the house, Aunt Emma was making dinner. My entire body was sticky with a mixture of sweat, and exhaustion.
I dropped my bag on the chair, and slouched down on the wooden chair, it responded with a creaky sound. “How'd school go today?”
I managed a small smile. “Perfect. School was fun,”
Mystic stirred inside me, but I pushed her back. These days, she was getting wild, than she already was. Her claws were always sliced out, and ready to dig into the flesh of anyone who did as much as come close to me.
Aunt Emma arched her eyebrows, her face filled with skepticism. “Aliona, is there something I should know?”
I picked a strawberry from the basket on the dining table, and pushed it into my mouth. “Nothing at all. My voice was a bit muffled,”
