John's P.O.VI watched Linda walking alongside the King, my heart racing. There was Kristen, laughing and chatting with a guy who must be Linda's son. Seeing her smile like that felt surreal; it had been ages since she'd looked genuinely happy. My stomach twisted with jealousy as she spoke to him like they were old friends.I knew I had no right to feel this way. Kristen belonged to William, and I had always kept my distance, afraid of what my feelings might mean. The thought of wanting more terrified me; I couldn't risk our friendship or put her in danger.I strained to listen to their conversation but only caught snippets of the King's voice. It struck me then: they were likely using some enchantment to shield their words. Unease gnawed at me. William had trusted me to keep her safe, and now, I was left in the dark.The realization hit hard—if Linda was here, then William's trip to London had been pointless. He'd gone to meet her, only to find her at the King's side. My mind raced with possibilities; the King was up to something, and it felt ominous. With Linda's presence, it was clear they intended to awaken Kristen's powers, turning her into a weapon.Panic surged within me. I had to protect her, but I felt powerless, caught between my duty and the fear of what lay ahead.As all these thoughts raced through my mind, my dead heart started pounding. Something terrible was about to happen, and I had to act fast. I knew I had to alert William before it was too late. My emotions were running high as I tried to come up with a plan to save Kristen and stop the king's evil scheme.Kristen is not safe, and with Linda's presence, there is only one thing that makes sense. She is here to awaken Kristen's powers and turn her into a weapon. My dead heart hammered inside me. Something is going to happen very soon. I must alert William.I crouched behind a marble pillar and watched as the King walked away with Linda's son. I knew that Linda was one of the most powerful witches around, with the ability to manipulate both earth and water. And her son? He was said to be able to control fire, making them both a force to be reckoned with.I had heard rumours that Linda was immortal, but I couldn't be sure. All I knew was that if the King had chosen to involve her directly, there would be no stopping him. They were more powerful than anyone else in the coven, a combination of the three divine elements. If they decided to turn against us, we would be destroyed within seconds.As I watched Linda take Kristen to the garden, my anxiety grew. I knew that Linda could sense my presence, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.I had to find a way to protect Kristen and stop the king's plan before it was too late. Kristen started to talk to Linda about herself and when she took my name and said we don't get along stung my heart. It's not like I don't like her. It's the opposite. I like her 'a lot'. I couldn't dare to express it. I have never come across anyone as pure as her. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I felt a weird urge to protect her.The way Kristen's aura made everyone submit to her was something we could not understand. I remember the first time she met the King at the ball, he froze in his place and looked like he almost submitted to her. He resisted the urge to curtsy and the same happened with the others who spoke to her. Later, when he met with the council members, they informed him that they felt the urge to submit to her, which left them feeling threatened. It was clear that she belonged to the witch clan, and once her magic was awakened, she would be immensely powerful. The council had suggested killing her before she could turn against them, but the King had different plans. He intended to awaken her powers and use her as a weapon in his wars. If she didn't regain her magic, he would have her killed; if she did and stood by his side, other supernatural races would seek to eliminate her. Either way, she was trapped in a deadly predicament.The plan shook both William and me to the core when we heard about it the other day. We brought her here to protect her, not to kill her. The King had deceived all of us, and it felt like he was always one step ahead of us.As Linda continued to speak with Kristen, I knew that time was running out. We had to find a way to protect her and stop the king's plan before it was too late. The fear and anxiety in my heart were overwhelming, but I knew that I had to act quickly.We had planned to request her help in protecting Kristen from the king. However, my hopes were crushed when I learned Linda joined hands with the King. The sound of the witch's voice was muffled to my ears, but the way she held Kristen's hand made my instincts scream danger.Kristen's expression was difficult to read, but I noticed a glimmer of trust in her eyes as she looked at Linda. I couldn't decide whether it was a good sign or a bad one, but I had no choice but to wait and see how this would play out.Suddenly, Kristen's face turned pale, and she squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her head as if in excruciating pain. My heart raced, and I struggled to keep my anger in check. I was ready to confront Linda if she harmed her. I couldn't stand to see Kristen suffer like this. My heart ached as I reached for her hand, determined to pull her away from any threat."Is everything alright?" I asked, trying to mask my concern, but my voice revealed my genuine worry. Frustration welled up inside me for not hiding my feelings around her.Kristen looked at me with her beautiful, tear-streaked eyes. "You look sick," I said gently, taking her arm. When our gazes locked, I lost my composure.I clenched my fist, vowing to protect her at all costs. But then, she fainted in my arms, panic and anger surging through me. I quickly scooped her up, holding her close.A growl escaped me as I glared at Linda, my fury boiling over. But she stood there unfazed, which only fueled my rage further. I knew I couldn't act yet—I had to wait for William to return.As I carried Kristen to her room, a possessive urge gripped me, but I quickly pushed it aside, focusing on her well-being.I laid her gently on the bed, my heart aching as I watched her suffer in her sleep. Her face twisted in distress, and I sat beside her, gently stroking her hair. "Everything will be alright. I'm here," I whispered, hoping to soothe her troubled mind. Gradually, her expression softened, and her breathing steadied, bringing me a sense of relief.Reluctantly, I called Lyn to stay with Kristen until she woke up. It pained me to leave her, but I had to find out what Linda and the king were plotting and inform William. As I stepped away, a sharp ache throbbed in my head. I had to remind myself: she belongs to William.Lyn soon arrived and sat by Kristen's side, her concern evident. I tried to mask my emotions, but Lyn could always read me like a book. She sensed something was wrong but didn't press me."You should go," she said reassuringly. Her words offered a small comfort, and I managed a tight smile before stepping out.As I walked down the hallway, my thoughts spiraled around Kristen and the danger she faced. I felt helpless and frustrated but knew I had to keep my emotions in check and focus on uncovering Linda and the king's plans.Linda's P.o.vThe king stood at his window. The bright sun settled, and stormy clouds were approaching. Lightning struck near the window, but the king looked unfazed. looking lost in thought. I cleared my throat to get his attention. His head turned with a glass of blood in his hand."You look worried?" "Is everything alright?" I asked to start a conversation. The king's jaw set and his eyes narrowed."You have no idea; my patience is wearing thin. "You better sort things out before I lose it and take things in my hand." He hissed. His temper got the best of him.I do not fear him. If there was someone else, they would be on their knees, but not me. He knows I hold superior powers, and I must not be taken lightly. I looked him straight in the eyes.As I told him about what I learned from Kristen, his face twisted into a sinister expression. I could see the rage burning in his eyes as I spoke."She's still a clueless kid," I said calmly. "I looked into her past, and there is nothing suspicious." Her parents did a good job of hiding her powers. "It's just a matter of time."But the king was not appeased. "How much time do you think I have?" he snapped. "I have waited more than a decade for my revenge." I must avenge my wife's death. I have the weapon by my side, but a blunt sword loses its purpose if it's not sharp. You have a week to awaken her powers. "If you fail... well, you know what happens."I stared him down, masking my true feelings behind a cool facade. He thought he could intimidate me with his threats, but little did he know that I had my own agenda. With a smirk, I turned and left the room, my mind already working on a plan to ensure Kristen's safety while fulfilling my own goals.He thinks he can threaten me. Little does he know my purpose. I smirked and left the room.Kristen's P.O.VI slowly awoke, keeping my eyes closed as I took a deep breath, stretching my stiff arms. A dull throb pulsed in my head, like the aftermath of a hangover. It was hard to explain.Then it hit me—memories flooded back like a cold splash of water. I shot upright, only to make my headache feel ten times worse. Lyn quickly stood from her seat and rushed to my side. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face."What happened?" I managed, still dazed."You passed out after meeting the witch," she said, taking my hand. "John brought you back.""Are you alright?" she pressed."Yeah," I replied, sitting up. The dizziness faded a bit, but the ache lingered.Thoughts of the library came rushing back. I crawled out of bed, searching for my book."What's wrong?" Lyn asked, a note of alarm in her voice."My book, where is it?" I exclaimed, a bit louder than intended. She looked startled."Uh, the book you had? It's here," she said, moving toward the bookshelf. I rushed past her, snatching the book before she could reach it, and she eyed me suspiciously.Clearing my throat, I said, "I just want to read it in private. It has spells that could help me understand more about myself." My voice was softer now.She sighed. "Kristen, you need to take things slow. I don't know how this awakening works, but you have to be in good health to handle it." Concern filled her voice. I felt guilty for keeping secrets, but sharing anything about my parents felt impossible."Do you know when the full moon is?" I asked Lyn, trying to mask my anxiety.She sighed. "It's tonight. Why?""Just curious," I replied, forcing a smile.She studied me for a moment. "I don't know what's going on with you, but be careful." Her hands rested on my arm, filled with concern."I know," I said, managing a smile back."Are you hungry? Should I bring you something to eat?" she asked, glancing at the empty tray."No, I'm good. I had snacks earlier," I assured her."Alright, see you tomorrow." She turned to leave, adding, "The guards are outside for your safety."But I knew better.My thoughts swirled with frustration and confusion. The only solution was my father's instructions about a spell that would reveal my true identity. I needed to act quickly.I locked the door and climbed into bed. It was almost 10 p.m.—just two hours until the full moon.An adrenaline rush surged through me as everything started to make sense. The urge to trust my father's words became overwhelming. I hugged the book tightly, tears streaming down my chin and onto its pages. I longed to uncover the truth about my hidden identity, and to do that, I needed to perform the spell.Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I placed the book on my lap and opened it with shaky hands. As my fingers brushed over the pages, it began to glow again, but this time I felt no fear. I found the spell and my father's note, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety."I can't believe I'm actually going to try this," I whispered to myself. My body shivered with emotion as I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath to clear my mind. I read the spell over and over, memorizing every word. Tears welled up in my eyes as I wished aloud, "I wish I could see you both."Suddenly, the book glowed again, its pages flipping on their own before stopping in the middle. I turned the page and gasped. There, I saw a photograph of my parents, looking young and vibrant, cradling a tiny bundle—me.Staring at the picture, I noticed how closely I resembled them. My golden-brown eyes and dimples came from my father, while my chocolate-brown hair mirrored my mother's. I felt a deep connection, as if I was seeing not just their faces, but pieces of myself reflected back.As I gazed at the picture of my parents holding me, I felt a lump in my throat. Their eyes sparkled with love and hope, and I couldn't help but long for that warmth. A tear fell onto the photo, capturing a moment that felt both precious and painful.Yet, the meaning behind my powers and the necessity of going to Forks Land still eluded me. The thought of escaping seemed impossible, and I had no clear direction. Still, a fierce determination ignited within me to uncover the truth.I closed my eyes, visualising my parents' faces and recalling my father's words. Trust surged within me, something I had never felt before. As the clock approached midnight, my heart raced with anticipation.With every fiber of my being focused on my goal, I felt as if the universe was trying to help me. I whispered, "Let's do this," feeling the energy in the air.At midnight, I turned to the balcony, watching the full moon break through the clouds, casting a silvery glow. With one last deep breath, I closed my eyes and recited the spell.