Chapter 113

Elara’s POV

"You need to understand where it all began," my mother starts, while she helps apply ointment on my aunt's wounds. She mutters some incantations under her breath, stretching her hands over my aunt's chest. Yet again, like magic, her wounds disappeared.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?’’ My aunt asked.

“Scary’s more the word.’’ I admit, setting down the book.

“Elara, you don’t have to be afraid of magic.’’

“I don’t want it.’’ I snapped. My mom looks back at me. She approaches me, coming to hold my hands gently.

“Don’t!’’ I let out. “I don’t want to hurt you again.’’

“Elara, you’re part wolf, part witch. You’re a reincarnation of Amaris, and you’re carrying a Lycan baby. If you want, you can be the most powerful creature to ever roam this world.’’

“I just want a simple life.’’ I admitted, leaning back against the chair. “My baby deserves a simple life. Can you take the magic away? I don’t want to be cursed like this. I almost killed you for crying out loud.’’