chapter 62

I sigh heavily, letting out a tiny noise, but Sierra is making sure I keep my eyes closed and I picture such a pretty girl with white hair, saddened with little pangs in my heart that they ended her in such a cruel way. I wonder if a wolf can be both, like me, and one of those creatures Mommy is fighting. I wonder if this story could be a little bit true. It would be sad if all these wars were because a bad man killed a little girl. All because he was afraid she would take his crown away. What a silly man. "Stories told are a funny thing, as they change and grow, and details are forgotten or exaggerated, and soon that story of years gone by gets lost among the wolves, and visionaries too afraid to correct the tellers. We witches became the enemy because we held truth and sight, as Alphas removed traces from our history and beheaded witches who spoke out. The wars raged on, decade after decade, for hundreds of years, until no wolf or vampire knew the reason we came to hate one a