Chapter 1
162 Words
My best friend, Chloe Jones, and I reached adulthood together.
Today, the town gathered in the square for our grand awakening ceremony. Once it ended, we would fully unlock the witch bloodline that kept the town alive.
"You're to strive to become noble witches," Countess Elizabeth, the town's leader, said with quiet gravity. "The witch ruler is the destiny you must achieve."
Yet Chloe barely listened. Her eyes kept drifting toward Benjamin Cox, the male witch priest, trading secret looks and shameless flirtation.
Before Countess Elizabeth could finish, "The two male slaves I brought will serve as your right and left hands," Chloe cut in, clearly impatient.
"I'll take him." She pointed straight at the one on the right without a second thought.
The left slave was a vampire, breathtakingly handsome, fragile in appearance, almost gentle. The right one was a werewolf, all hard muscle, rough edges, and untamed brutality.
In that instant, I figured it out. Chloe had come back too.
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