Celeste's POV
Two days of searching had come up with nothing. Isaac just disappeared into thin air. At my parents' instructions, I was to remain in the pack house with guards at all times. I've cried myself to sleep, food hasn't been a thought. I eat, I puke. Chicken broth and water are the only things my stomach doesn't reject. I've tried using my powers, if that's what you want to call them. Nothing.
Walking down to the kitchen, I saw the witch. "Excuse me." I called out to her.
"Celeste, how are you holding up, child?"
"I need to talk to you. Can you come to my room in an hour?"
"May I ask why?" She seemed nervous.
"I need to talk to someone that understands what is going on with me. I'm hoping you have some knowledge that will help me."
"Um, I don't think I will be able to help
