Daemon
My thoughts tangled and slipped away, refusing to form anything coherent. Too much was happening at once; reality was changing too quickly, and my mind simply couldn’t keep up.
Fire devoured everything around us. The wind howled, tearing through the air, while smoke, blood and scorching ash filled every breath. It felt as though the world itself had gone mad, transformed into a raging nightmare from which there was no waking. And yet, amid all that chaos, there was only one thing I understood with absolute clarity:
My true mate is a witch.
The realisation wasn’t sudden. It simply fell into place — cold and inevitable, like a verdict that had already been passed and could not be appealed. There was no time for denial, fear or desperate attempts to find a rational explanation.
It
