Miranda
It took the efforts of the entire coven to keep me from death. And even now, I was still unsure if I wanted to continue living or just give up on life. There was nothing to live for, not anymore. I had helped destroy the life of the one person who actually cared for me and my people, and this was clearly the universe's way of punishing me.
Conrad had gone ahead and had removed the pact that once gave witches freewill in the pack. And now we couldn't leave our homes without worrying about being killed. Our numbers had already diminished by ten percent just over the few months that he had taken over, and it was all my fault.
"Please don't push yourself, Miranda." Alice, the witch in charge of me, cautioned. I hadn't even noticed, but blood was trickling down my nostrils, as well as tears from my eyes.
