"I'll need everyone to leave the room," Helena heard Romeo say.
When Raul said her Grandfather, the Grand Warlock, had been pleased with her assessment, she knew what it meant. She was powerful enough to be his heir.
'Can you sense our magic?' Helena asked Hera.
'It's only your magic, not mine,' Hera answered, clearly distraught.
'But you feel it?' Helena asked.
Hera was silent for a moment, making Helena nervous.
'I can feel shadows of it,' Hera answered. 'I know it's there, but I don't know how powerful it is, nor can I touch it.'
Helena sighed.
She wasn't the first witch-werewolf hybrid born. There had been others before her, but she knew she was the only one who could significantly use magic.
"Are you alright?" Romeo asked, pulling her from her thoughts as he led her to sit on his lap.
"They'll leave, won't they?" Helena said as her voice shook.
"You don't know that," Romeo told her as he ran his fingers through her hair.
