It has been a month since the accident and I haven't seen the girl since. My sister and my mom came to pick me up from the hospital after the doctors checked up on me to find no injuries, not even a scratch. Rosemary nuzzled me as our mother took us home, everyone thought she was dead so she came in the form of a husky. Ray and Steph were healing, their wounds weren't too deep the real problem were broken bones and the burns from the explosion. Originally they would have had to stay at least a month to heal but with some of my magic I healed them enough to make it a few weeks, questions were asked but I erased them from the minds of the doctors and nurses.

Jonas' funeral was a few weeks after.

His parents wanted all of us, Ray, Steph and me, to be there. Ray and Steph were let out just in time for the funeral. The class came as well but not many of them talked, they didn't know him the way we did and they never would now. The ceremony was short and simple; I had never been to a funeral before. Mom and I didn't do one for Rose because the body was never found and we didn't find it appropriate to burry and empty coffin.

Sometimes I wished we did.

This was one of those times.

Everyone came around me and asked how it felt to be in another funeral again, I didn't respond and looked away. They probably thought I was too hurt to answer and I'll let them believe that, the real answer is that I don't know. I didn't know what it would be like to be in a funeral and I never thought I would at least not at the age of eighteen.

But would it have been worst had I been in a funeral at the age of eight?

Probably, but I'll never know now.

"Drake." I ignored my sister and continued to poke my food, "Drake, do want to go outside and practice?"

"No."

"Drake-"

"Rose, I don't want to practice." I snapped at her, "I don't care what the rest of the Twelve say about not practicing your abilities! I'll rather die than use them again, they are the reason Jonas is dead."

I knew the consequences of not using magic, they were the same consequences if my sister stopped shape shifting. Death. Our abilities were necessary for us, almost as necessary as breathing. You stop breathing and your body will beg you to take air in, just like our bodies would beg us to use our abilities. However, if you keep on ignoring it the body will shut down and you'll die sooner or later, the same thing would happen with out abilities. The lives of our kind were never meant to be safe, stop using what you were 'gifted' with and the consequence is death.

She sat next to me and wrapped her arms around me, "Please, practice. Maybe with enough time you could learn to track like Sam's cousin."

I perked up at this new piece of information, "You mean?"

"Yes," she smiled, "if you practice you can track down Jonas' killer as you call her."

From that day on I practice none stop, I couldn't stop. At the tip of my fingers I had the ability to track the girl who killed my friend and I once I did I would make her pay.