"Spirits are left here when they have unresolved issues or something tethering them back to here" Owen began. "The spirit of a witch or a warlock rests with our ancestors to find peace and transcend" he faces me. "You're seeing my mom, Emma, which means she hasn't rested yet"
I gulped. "D-Does this mean there's something she wants?"
"Yes," he rose to his feet.
"I have only known some supernaturals who can communicate with spirits"
"D-Does this means I'm-"
"They are extinct" he faced me. "The Juneau's"
The first founding families. My nerves skydived. "Then h-how was I able to see her? How could she speak to me"
"Aside from the Juneau's, there's a saying that supernaturals with strong connections can sometimes communicate with them but it's rare"
I opened my mouth to speak but my words hung, my brain was really having a hard time functioning.
Owen stalked toward me and took his seat beside me. "Emma"
