Sighing, Vanessa sat on the table, eyes closing in defeat. They all are back to the pack house,on the wing that is specialized for her family only. "I cant do this, Jay." Vanessa murmured.
"Of course you can." He said, taking a seat next to her as he wrapped his arms around her, "You are a strong willed women, you can't just give up like this."
"I know, I know. But my daughter, our daughter." Vanessa faced him, her arms wrapping around his neck, "They'll take her aways from us. She's in danger. I can't just go into war knowing that she will be in danger."
Jay's hand cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. She leaned into his hand, enjoying the sparks that is occurring underneath his hand.
" My love, the one dearest to my heart, dont forget that our daughter is special. By now, she's growing pretty quickly, I'm sure she plays role into this war as well."
She nodded, agreeing with him, "She is special."
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The traitor sat on his seat, watching all the lids return. He was wondering if his daughter is one of them, as he began to grow anxious, fingers fiddling with each other.
He spotted his daughter's Burnette hai, running with the kids, he quickly left his seat, walking his way out of his house.
He yelled to his daughter, grabbing her attention. She ran into her father's embrace "I missed you daddy."
"And I missed you more daughter." They made their way to the house "Here my dear, I hope you like it."
"Daddy what is this?" she looked down on the weird doll.
The toy in her hand looked like a voodoo doll, but a very old one, making the cloth on it to be ruined and its face to be unrecognizable. She frowned at the doll, her moth agape as she inspected it. She wasn't expecting her dad giving her such a doll, it almost looked like a spell was put upon it from the powdered substance and the purple liquid that covered it.
Removing her hand from it, tge purple liquid pulled her hand back, making her jump. She nervously looked up at her father who was staring at her creepingly. She almost didn't recognize him, the glint in his eyes and the shadow that slowly laid upon his face. She didn't recognize him at all. The father she remember was bright and always positive and smiley. But this dad, this dad was different. He had all negative vibes surrounding him making his daughter scared.
"Daddy, why cant i let go of the doll?" She asked once again looking nervously at her dad.
"Well, dear this is something that will make you poweful slowly. You're going to be a witch, a very powerful one. This doll in your hands belonged to a deceased powerful witch, and you're slowly taking her powers."