Chapter 7. Witches in the Woods

After six months of living here, three of those saw her well enough to interact in the pack, and she still chooses to be solitary, separate, and push away all other relationships outside of Colton and me. Sierra is punishing herself for things she couldn’t stop and letting herself wither away in this room at the top of the west wing. I exhale in defeat and sadness for her. My heart is aching that she, of all people, deserves happiness, and the fates have abandoned her.

Juan can jump in a lake for all I care. In the last months, we have had little communication with the mountain. There has been an occasional hemorrhage of runways heading this way to find sanctuary within our walls, and we know Juan is only biding his time while figuring out what to do about us. We don’t give him the opportunity. We never stray outside our land and focus on just living our lives.

Maybe it’s because he’s stayed away and left us be, or perhaps he thinks the prophecy was wrong, and the only r