Luna's white, silk scarf sat abandoned in the passenger seat of her car. Her sleek golden tendrils twisted into gnarled knots as the wind raged on. A rumble of thunder could be heard from the overcast sky as storm clouds settled above her head. Teardrops and raindrops slid across the alabaster plains of her face as sobs wracked through her body. Later, Luna would shed a few more tears over her ruined leather seats but in the moment, she didn't care enough to pull up the convertible top. Her wet jeans clung tightly to her itching skin and her sopping white t-shirt turned transparent in the rain.

Everyone has a limit. It's an invisible line that lies within one's mind and though no one can see it, they can feel it. The feeling tends to be described as a downward spiral of shock and anger combating one another for the attention of the person who they have inhibited. In her mother's office, hearing the shocking admittance of her true identity and seeing her first glimpse of physical magic, Luna knew she had reached her limit. And yet, she persisted. She felt cheated and rather jaded for being deceived for eighteen years. In her usual self-righteous state of mind, Luna thought learning why her mother hid a very prevalent part of her life from her,  would somehow enable her to accept the truth.

But it didn't. It only made it worse.

Some things are better left unknown. She had read that phrase somewhere in a book before and never truly understood the meaning until today, in which she wanted to burn the entire conversation from her memory. For twelve years she lived in an ignorant state of bliss. There was no reason to look over her shoulder or lock her door before she went to bed because she lived in tiny, insignificant New Brooks where the most dangerous thing that ever existed was her sister. But even her sister had disappeared, rendering the little town completely safe. At least, she had thought it was safe. Now, she was no longer sure. Any out of place shadow or lingering stare could have belonged to one of them, the very people who had been hunting her sister and herself for their entire lives.

It was absolutely crazy to think that anyone would be out for her for anything more than a homecoming crown.

Blinking the tears and drops of rain out of her eyes, Luna peered up at the small, two story brick colonial that sat before her. The house looked just as it did last week when she visited, and the week before that and the week before that. It was her home away from home where there no lingering memories of Twyla to haunt her. Luna didn't actually step out of the car until the painted olive green door cracked open, revealing Mrs. Haverstock. Mrs. Haverstock bounded down the steps of her porch carrying a fluffy cream towel in hand. She didn't say a word to Luna as she swaddled her like a baby and pulled her inside.

The Haverstock's cozy living room differed greatly from the colossal parlor in the Goodwin's manor. Unlike in Luna's home, the fireplace was actually used for more than just decoration. Yellow and orange flames swayed and jumped in a sort of discombobulated dance as heat poured into the room. There were two sofas pushed against the far wall and a glass table that sat in the middle of the room, displaying a tray of freshly baked lemon tarts. The sweet citrus smell wafted through the air as the little golden tarts quivered, beckoning for her to take a bite. Knock-off paintings from various flea markets hung above the sofas and a large flat screen tv was mounted on the wall. Pictures of both Luna and Will, documenting their adventures as children sat on the fireplace mantel.

There was nothing about the Haverstock's home that had changed since Luna was a child, the ping pong table that Luna and Will broke when they were eight still sat beside the washer in the basement. Mrs. Haverstock's liquor cabinet was the second cabinet on the right of the stove and though Mrs. Haverstock claimed it was always locked Luna and Will learned from experience that it was indeed not. There was never a moment in their house where Luna felt weird, or alone. It was home.

"Oh dear, your mother just called me. You must be so upset," Mrs. Haverstock cooed.

A sinking feeling blossomed in Luna's gut as she stared at the crackling fire. Beside her, Mrs. Haverstock's honey gold ringlets bounced as she shook her head, a frown tugged on her mouth. In her embroidered apron and yellow sundress, the middle aged mother looked completely harmless but beneath her subdued exterior hid the Gossip Queen of New Brooks. It was a shame, she thought, that poor Luna would have to face such a horrible feat. But even with that thought in mind she couldn't help but think of Sally Mae and Carrie Anne, her book club friends, who would surely love to hear about what she had learned.

"What did she tell you?" Water sprayed across the room, like a broken sprinkler, as Luna whipped her head around to look at Mrs. Haverstock.

"Well, your mother told me that you might be coming here but then I received a call from Ms. Clark, Damien's older sister, who told me she saw T-Twyla."

There was a hungry look in Mrs. Haverstock's eye despite her reluctance to utter Twyla's name. In the narrative Karen Clark described, Twyla appeared out of nowhere, looking like a bad omen of sorts. Bad omen was the perfect way to describe the older Goodwin girl but Mrs. Haverstock didn't think for one minute that she had simply appeared out of nowhere. Though Luna was never one to hide her hatred for her twin, Celeste refused to take part in any slander where her daughter's name was mentioned. It was a crazy notion but Mrs. Haverstock supposed that Celeste actually loved that thing and would eventually invite her back home.

Luna tried to feel relieved that Mrs. Haverstock knew nothing about the magic or of them but she still knew that Twyla was in town. No amount of pleading would keep that woman's lips closed. It would only take another hour or so before the whole town knew about Twyla's arrival. Questions would be asked and Luna would be forced to give answers. From the brief snippets Luna managed to catch, Mrs. Haverstock had a whole list of questions ranging from the simple ones like why was Twyla in town to the harder ones like why did she leave?

"Yeah. She's visiting," said Luna. She tried to keep her tone flat and uncaring.

"Why?" Asked Mrs. Haverstock. She phrased it like a simple question but Luna could hear the hidden message in her thoughts. Mrs. Haverstock wanted to know everything and Luna vowed that would be a story that would never be told. Not by her lips, at least.

The sound of thundering footsteps on the stairs, disrupted the tension between the two women. A careful smile broke out on both of their faces as Will walked into the living room. Will's brows furrowed in worry as he saw the disgruntled and doused state his girlfriend was in. Without paying any attention to his mother, he wordlessly pulled her into his arms. The towel slipped off of Luna's shoulders leaving her cold for a breathless second before Will's heat enveloped around her.

"I'll talk to you later, Luna." Mrs. Haverstock eyed the two before grabbing the untouched tray of tarts and scurrying into the kitchen.

Luna broke down the second Will's mom was out of hearing distance. There were no more tears left for her to cry only painful dry sobs that wracked through her body, leaving her a shaking mess in Will's arms. Will said nothing as he ran his fingers through her sopping curls. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to say. He, like his mother, had a few questions for Luna but he also knew that now was not the time to ask them. After nearly ten minutes of absolute silence between the two Luna eventually lifted her head from his chest, her eyes were red rimmed but there were no tears in sight. She looked tired, he noted. He didn't expect anything less but there was a emptiness in her blue eyes where there used to be a sparkle. Will's heart tugged at the pitiful sight.

What happened? He didn't bother to ask out loud.

"Please. Don't do that," Luna whimpered.

Will's lips thinned into a tight line, displeased with her aversion to her sudden talents. After he left her to go see her mom, Will took the time to fully digest the news that his girlfriend might something different. He didn't know what and didn't necessarily think it was something bad, just different. When he finally came to terms with her unusual mind-bending capabilities, Will was pleased to discover that he was actually quite excited about Luna's abilities. Reading minds and feeling the emotions of others, might seem a little invasive at first but it was actually really cool. His inner twelve-year old was geeking out over the possibility that Luna had super powers like Peter Parker or Clark Kent.

Instead of pushing her, like he wanted to, Will grabbed Luna's hand and pulled her up the stairs. He decided it would be best to let her change into something more comfortable and let her calm down before pressing her for the details. Luna followed him to his room, sniffling. The room hadn't changed much since they were kids, he still had his avengers' poster hanging above his unmade bed; there was a questionable looking stain forever smudged in cream carpet and his childhood toys that he now referred to as 'action figures' were hiding under the mess of clothes in his half-opened closet.

Digging through his closet, Will threw random shirts and pants behind him as he scoured for the one article of clothing that Luna would be comfortable with wearing. An excited cheer could be heard from the closet, when he finally found the long, white dress Luna left over at his house last summer. In the spur of the moment the two had decided to change into their bathing suits and trek out in the woods, where a small, lagoon sat hidden behind the massive shrubbery. It wasn't until much later in the night, after Luma left, did Will even realize she had left the dress.

She fled to bathroom, after giving him a meek thank you, leaving Will alone with his thoughts. Curiosity was eating him up on the inside. The possibilities were truly endless with Luna's newfound abilities but he cared about her too much to even entertain some of those thoughts. Until she was comfortable with talking, he would remain a silent supporter. A clearing of a throat, brought Will out of his thoughts. Luna stood in the doorway looking like a Greek goddesses in the billowy, silk dress. Her hair was piled on top of her head, the wet, golden curls were spilling free from the messy bun. Her usually flawless, pale skin was stained with red blotches from crying. She looked beautiful but tragic.

"Lu?" asked Will.

"I don't want to believe it, Will. It just can't be true." She laid down on his bed, with her head in his lap.

"What can't be true?" He asked.

She closed her eyes, concealing her pretty, sapphire irises from his gaze. Her mouth barely moved as she reluctantly whispered, "I'm a witch."

"What?"

"She told me I was a witch," Luna's bottom lip trembled, "I'm a freak, Will. Just like Twyla-"

Will tried to be protest but she wouldn't listen. Shaking her head, Luna sat up and glared. Twelve years of pent up anger was boiling under the surface. Luna wanted nothing more than to scream and throw something. She wanted to hurt someone just like she had been hurt.

"Ow!" Exclaimed Will. He doubled over in pain as unknown force attacked his brain.

The glare was replaced by a look of shock as Luna flinched. Just as she looked away from him, the pain disappeared. Will slowly lifted his hands from his temples and looked around the room. When his eyes finally landed on Luna, there was no anger in his stare only pity. She tried to crawl away from him, another whimper escaped her lips once she realized she was the cause of his pain but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. His lips molded against hers as they moved together in a slow pace. Luna had tried break away from the kiss but Will kept her locked in place with his iron grasp.

"I'm a witch," Luna said, almost as a protest as they broke away to catch their breath.

"You're a witch," Will agreed and kissed her once more. "But that does not change who you are. You're still Luna Goodwin: Student Council President, Reigning Homecoming Queen, Varsity Tennis Captain. Nothing has changed."

Luna nodded but she didn't truly believe that. Whether she wanted to admit or not things had changed and they were never going back.

"I need to go home," she told Will.

"Stay," he tried to reach out for her once more but Luna had slipped out of his reach.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she promised him.

"Yes, you will. And everything will be fine. Witch or not, you only turn eighteen once."

Luna left the Haverstock's home after giving Will a quick kiss goodbye, her mood had not improved in the slightest but she felt closer to acceptance. Outside, the rain faded to a light mist but the sky remained tumultuous and dark. At any point, the storm looked like it would return. It wasn't until she was at the driver's seat door, did Luna hear the whispers.

Luna.

She glanced around the lot but no one was in sight. Shrugging her shoulders, Luna decided it was probably just the wind. But just as she unlocked the car door, she heard another whisper. One that definitely did not belong in the wind.

I'm coming for you.

**A little teaser suspense for you before the big drama. The next chapter might take me a little while to write or I might break into two parts because it is the girls eighteenth birthday party and there will be some family drama, friend drama, prophecy drama and a special appearance from them. It will be interesting. Thank for reading so far! We have made it to the tenth chapter!!
XOXO,
Ro.**