My name is Logan Belle. I’m the second eldest child, the oldest daughter. I shouldn’t be here, writing this. It goes against everything anyone in my family has done so far but…I can’t help it. I need you to know…

My story is not a happy one. Death and pain follow me like a shadow. My family are witches in the middle of a war between witches and the government. They fear our power and how we look like normal people. To them Weres, Fae, and Vampires are easily distinguished. Us witches however, we can blend into a crowd.

I never wanted any of this. I never wanted this power and this lack of control of it. I never wanted to hurt my sister, my family. I never asked for Death to be my shadow…I did always hope that I could change that though. But, on my sixteenth birthday Death showed me I was a fool to think I could change that.

I don’t know what will happen next, but I know that it won’t be good, and it won’t be happy. So this is your chance. Stop now and leave. Forget about my family and I. Let us become a distant memory to fade in a few weeks’ time. Spare yourself the sorrow and pain that you’ll experience by reading my story. If you decide to keep reading…

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.