Elizabeth’s POV
Kyle and I walked down the stairs, heading to our room. Josiah wasn’t happy, he was interrupted, even though he had done what he set out to do. He was rougher than Kyle; it still felt good.
After grandpa told us, him and grandma were the ones to create the enchantment, I started to wonder more about their life and some of the things I missed out on. I’m not talking about my voice. I’m talking about going to a human school. For instance; I knew grandpa and grandma were a bit older when they had Mum and Aunty Lucinda; I don’t really know how much older they were. Yes, Uncle Steven and grandpa taught me what it meant to be a werewolf and a witch and what I was capable of. We even trained to fight if necessary. They are the little things. I don’t know the life span of a witc
