Selene High

I reside in a quaint town known as Southbridge, Massachusetts. Recently, I discovered that I belong to a formidable union of witches and sorcerers. This alliance, akin to any regular group, comprises allied witches and sorcerers along with their offspring. When a witch and a sorcerer unite, their destinies become intertwined. This connection is beyond marriage; it binds them for life. If one perishes, so does the other. I go by the name Luna within this alliance. At birth, those under the covenant bear an eternally marked symbol, magically etched onto their skin.

This unique bond is referred to as Luna, symbolized by the crescent moon adorning the right shoulder.

Lately, we've encountered assaults from werewolves, and banshees roam, taking lives. A task was assigned to eliminate a banshee, yet she declined to go unaccompanied. My identity is Laura Marshall, a witch for around a year, and seemingly for life. I've concluded that existence wasn't created; it's an innate human state. It appears my parents abandoned me to spare me from a life steeped in demons, death, and the nocturnal unknowns. My ongoing debates with my manager invariably result in my triumph, save for this instance.

"You insisted on staying uninvolved! Why provoke an argument, Laura?" We capture potential informants, torture them for information, and then eliminate them.

"I'm not dragging you into this. I merely seek company. Being a novice, I can't manage it alone. Come, Daisy, I stand as a lone banshee." Can you confront this alone without risking your life? Banshees were witches who transformed due to their pain; they scream as they feed, killing through agony.

"Firstly, Laura, you won't die; becoming one is possible, though death is improbable. Secondly, I can't. Allow Clarisse to confront the demon she faced; my personal demons need tending. Although new to this realm, I'm eager to fight, a sentiment not shared by all, given their upbringing. Daisy, the decision-maker, assigns tasks. She favors me for confronting the Banshee alone.

"Still hoping for James' transformation? He was bitten; change is inevitable. His current behavior is peculiar. Restraining him won't halt his transformation. Our cages aren't for Weres; they're for the demons we apprehend. Weres is our term for werewolves. This cage isn't robust enough; they're stronger than metal.

"Why remind me, Laura? I'm bound; I can't abandon him until his true nature is certain." Not all Weres are malevolent. Perhaps he could assist in our demon eradication. He's a wizard; his conscience might guide him, and his pleasant demeanor might endure beyond the initial change. I'm devoted to him, Laura, I can't let go. James was bitten last month during an encounter with inner-city packs, burdening Daisy with guilt. He invited her along, but she was preoccupied with my knowledge. Their leader Raphael attacked him, and the consequences were deliberate.

We meet Raphael's challenge. Turning the leader into a werewolf altered the balance, granting him the upper hand. James and Daisy are formidable; together, they're invincible. Approaching his cell, though against his wishes, we comprehend the bigger purpose. Our mission: halt the Banshee's deadly spree. Although Daisy prefers James' company, my need for Clarisse's assistance trumps personal preferences. "Laura, I can't. Banshees thrive on pain; currently, I'm tormented. Reach out to Clarisse; after attending to James, I'll assist with potions if needed.

James' cell, dim and windowless, houses an uncomfortable bed. Distinctively, I've provided warmth with a blanket and books. These books detail ancestral history. Seeking information on witches and their transformations, James' endeavor remains unsuccessful. Observing his reading during dinner, I discern transformation signs. His once blue eyes shift to yellow, reminiscent of a wolf. Muscles accentuate, enhancing his form. His handsome features remain, though his curls cascade longer, perfect for tanning. Love blossoms as we embrace; and affectionate greetings are exchanged.