MORGAN
"Gods be all mighty girl! We have to get you out of here!”
"What! Margarita, what is going on?" I look at the older woman who has been serving me since I was 16, maybe even before that.
"King Panja’s army has infiltrated our streets, they came two days ago," she says unlocking the door to my room that has been my cell for the past 8 years. A major upgrade from the stone room my mother and I were shoved into one night when I was a small child.
A night I will never forget. it was the same night they discovered I was not a shifter. I was all Witch.
I watched Margarita flit to my closet and dresser, a knapsack in her hands. Frantically, she opened my drawers and shoved clothing items into the bag she had in her hand. "Come on get up! Don't just sit there. Get your shoes on girl!" S
