Elena's POV
"Does the witches of LA practice ancestral magic?" My gaze at the moon broke as I blinked repeatedly.
"Yes, that's the reason why no matter how many times they are stopped from using magic, they can't leave LA else their magic fades." She pinched her index finger and thumb together to make her point.
"No wonder Basitana can't help but hate dad. The witches are totally helpless." I pouted and recalled the glare she kept sparing dad in the courtroom.
"But why does dad forbids them from using magic?" I stretched my legs forward to the air and backward to feel the rough patches of the pavement while the chill wind ruffled our hair.
"Once upon a time, in year 1208. There was a french warlock, a voodoo wizard that moved from France to LA and became the leader of the
