Damon
After the old witch leaves, I sit in my room for an hour pondering her last words, what did she mean? Why would Carlisle be turned against me? And why had I never heard about the prophecy she mentioned before?
It all seemed so strange. I had to get myself to snap out of it because the longer I waited, the less time I had for the map to direct me to where my mate was and although the witch had told me my blood could still revive it, I didn’t want to take chances in case it doesn’t work.
My sister walks in as I prepare to go get my men so we can start the journey. Slowing down her steps as she sees that I am getting up, Arabella smiles sadly at me,
“Hey, are you okay? Was the witch able to help?”
Smiling, I ruffle her hair to get her reaction and as usual her growl mak
