Julia
Secrets and lies. They eventually kill you, you know. Ok, so maybe they don't physically kill you, but they slowly pick away at you from within, like a hawk picking the meat from its prey.
Here I was, standing before Fenrir, deep within the woods as the others handled their business, his unapproving brown eyes staring down at me in silence.
I was nothing more but a soul of misbelief, meat and bones, wrapped in skin. I guess I had better find out how mad he really was. "I can't believe that you honestly thought I was dead," I said with an eye roll.
Fenrir squinted his eyes in irritation, his mouth opened slightly in shock at my idea of an apology. "Seriously, Jules? I'm pretty sure any other witch that did that would have died. So I forgot about your life draining kegels. Give a G
