Pythia POV:
I couldn’t find the words to form or even say, I held the piece in my hands holding it close to my face to make sure I was in fact seeing things correctly. “What is that place?” Alcide asked. “It is where most of my coven lives, it is much like a pack house. Are you sure your mother was a white witch?” I asked still not sure if I believe what I am seeing. “When Atsila came to me he said only white witches are able to carry any element and I do have fire so that means she is a white witch.” Alcide replied. I rubbed the side of my head, how could this be? Was there a white witch hiding out within my coven and I seriously not know about it? She would have to be older since he is twenty six. “Pythia what are you thinking?” Jason asked. Clearly I was struggling with
