Chapter 122

Sheila's point of view

I flipped through the pages of the grimoire in my hands. It was my mother's grimoire and passed down to the female witches in my family since it was the females in my family that were witches.

My fingers trailed on the words on the page, reading through them. I was in my mother's private spell room on the top floor, going through her stuff.

It's been two days already since I have been here at my brothers' pack and I've locked myself in here, reading through my mother's journal and practicing some spells from her grimoire. I just realized my mother was a weaver. Every witch had a special gift to their magic. It all came differently. Some witches were channelers, capable of channeling magic from anything that had magical energy in them.

Some were weavers, like my mother, also known as creators of spells. We had the visionaries, who could have a glimpse of the future, the healers, and a lot more.

Sometimes, a gift usually surfaces wi