Willow
Sixteen Years Old
I’m standing at the edge of my favorite lake in the magical realm, its iridescent surface shimmering in the soft sunlight filtering through the trees. The water is inviting, as always. I come here to escape the reality that haunts me – the knowledge that my mom, Ellen, is going to die before my dad does. She isn’t immortal like me and my dad.
That sucks.
As the future Alpha of the Angello pack, I can’t afford to be weak. But every time I see my mom’s graying hair, I’m reminded that her days are numbered, and it breaks me. My dad, Christian, is almost-immortal, half-werewolf, half-wendigo like me - a hybrid. We will never grow old and never die unless killed by one of our weaknesses, but my dad has to watch his fated mate fade away. And that thought is unbearabl
