Page 33 of Dark Moon Secrets

“Not discrimination, more of a big difference and a hell of a secret to keep from those who can’t cast spells.”

This was too much and sounded like all the fantasy-based television series were real. They weren’t. They couldn’t be. This was only make-believe and something you’d believe in when a child, like Santa and the Easter Bunny.

“We’re jumping ahead too much. You won’t be able to keep up with all this mind-blowing information.”

Mind-blowing was right.

“You’re saying my parents didn’t die because of a drunk driver, I’m a witch, and there are other witches, which is a secret from humans?” I took a deep breath. “I’m keeping up well, don’t you think?”

Luna smiled gently and nodded. “There is, of course, so much more.”

“Like the cover story?”

“They were murdered, and it wasn’t an accident.”

A chill rippled through my body. Why the fuck would anyone want to kill my parents?

“See, it’s too much. I should stop.” Luna reached over and put her hand on my knee.

I brushed her hand away. “Keep talking.”

If someone or something had murdered my parents, I wanted to know the details. Revenge simmered within me.

Luna inhaled slowly. “The role of the witch is to keep the balance between those like us and others with supernatural powers, but it’s more complicated than that. We also need to keep the balance between those with magic and humans. If we don’t, we’ll be hunted, and chaos will erupt on Earth.”

This sounded incredibly like a prophecy written by someone with a great imagination. I kept my mouth shut, sipping at the tea. It was surprisingly soothing, though no way would it replace my love of coffee.

“I know it’s hard for you to believe, but you’ll get used to it all in time.”

“Who murdered my parents?”

“The wolf shifters… at least they’re the top suspects.”

“Really? There are wolf shifters out there? They’re not just in books?”

Luna nodded as she drank her tea. “They’re very real.”

“Why would they want to kill witches?”

“Because we keep them in line, and they answer to us. Usually, that’s not an issue, but from time to time, they want to be in charge and challenge our position of power.”

A numbness eased through my body as I listened. Could this really be what had happened? It seemed too surreal to be true.

“Over time, our powers have diminished with inbreeding with humans in particular, and with the evolution of technology, much of what we do isn’t needed. Well, that’s one theory anyway. We look to the next generation to see how strong their powers are to determine if the witch line continues.”

“Let me guess, that’s why you want me in the coven?”

“In part, and because your parents were both witches, they were strong in their magic. You could be the one who helps us reconnect with our true power so we can continue to keep the balance on Earth and not allow it to descend into chaos.”

“Wouldn’t that be the job of the angels or something?”

“In part, but when it comes to powers, it is us, the witches, who reign over the others.”

“Because we’re not angels.”

“Sort of. What’s important now is that you begin your transformation as you should’ve done when you were eighteen.”

“Too late, there’s no transforming happening for me.” More so because there was no way I accepted that I was a witch. I only sat and listened because I wanted answers to what was happening.

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