Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

Margot got some space and teleported herself into a mop closet. Her powers had never acted this way before. Her emotions were every where. Was it really possible? 


She cursed under her breath, “ Dammit Blake! Leave me alone!!” 


“Don’t make me call Mark,” Blake warned, “Not even the alpha il stop him from getting to you.” 


Ah, Mark. Her mate. She still had to get used to that. 


“Don’t,” Margot sighed, “Don’t call him please.” 


She still had not yet exactly figured out how to do the whole witch and werewolf thing. Her thoughts ran around that very familiar tone. She was certain it was Crystal. Her soul had survived inside her own body still. But not completely. There were fractures and missing pieces. Margot could feel like she was completely destroyed. 


Another open pair of eyes