Drew
Wings. f*****g gold wings had just appeared out of my best friend’s back. And I didn’t mean small, delicate, wispy things. I’m talking giant, pure gold wings. They were still beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But they looked nothing like what I pictured when I imagined a fairy with wings.
Because it was obvious that’s what she was. Not a witch. Never a witch. A fairy. A f*****g Fae. In our pack.
Out of all of our pack members, I should have known, should have realized when we were kids, that she wasn’t a witch. Her magic differed from mine, relying more on the elements rather than coming only from inside her and being limited by the amount of power held inside. Like I was.
Being only half witch, I had a very limited power level inside of me. Not even half of the amount of power June
