Alive not Dead
Amelia's POV
My eyes snapped open simultaneously, just the same time it was shut in the spirit World. My vision flooded with the familiar, comforting sight of my Grandma's face, my breath quickening, my heart beating a frantic tattoo against my chest, as I realized I was back in the waking world, back in the land of the living.
My Grandma's eyes were filled with relief, and joy as she smiled down at me, her voice a gentle whisper, a quiet promise of safety, of love.
Grandma arched an eyebrow, a wry, teasing smile on her lips, as she spoke, her voice a playful, knowing lilt.
"And where have you been, Amelia? I have been calling you!"
My eyes were wide, my expression a mix of wonder, of fear, as she spoke, my voice a whisper, "I saw them, Grandma. The witches, the werewolves. They wanted me, wanted to claim me for their own."
