25-Stone POV
I can't believe Brooklyn came into her powers like that. She wasn't supposed to realize her potential, especially not through the wards I had placed when she was a baby. Anger coursed through my body as I thought about my future being ripped away from me. Thankfully, before that dreadful lycan could finish me off, the warlock ported me out of there. Now I was stuck in an awfully decorated compound, surrounded by warlocks and witches. Just their smell made me sick to my stomach, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
"Get up." Zariel kicked at my leg while I snarled at him.
"No." I crossed my arms and turned away from him.
He grabbed a staff that was leaning against the wall and jabbed it into my leg, making me scream in pain. "You will get up or I'll have the witches take anoth
