LEAH's POV.
I got home that night and immediately started searching for my mother's old journals. From her closet to the kitchen to the attic. When she'd died, my Dad had decided to throw out a couple of them but there was this particular one I kept.
I climbed a chair, reaching into the top of the kitchen cabinet where I had hidden it and I brought it out. It was a book filled with supernatural mythology. Everything you could think of from werewolves to witches to dragons, was in there.
I snuck back into my room and fell on my bed. My trembling hands flipped through the pages as I searched for God knew what. I just needed something. Something to prove that I wasn't crazy.
The ambulance siren still echoed through my ears as the paramedics pulled up. Marcus's body was wheeled into the
