What was Jamie going to do? There was no way that she could get the others who heard her recording to understand that it was sarcasm. Stupid. She was so fucken stupid. Jamie growled. Even if she told them the truth, that a poltergeist was invading corpses and using her magic, they wouldn't believe her. Ain knew that. She could get away with everything she wanted and Jamie would take the fall for all of it.

It was like they were kids again. Ain would commit crimes, Jamie would take the blame and be punished. Her sister always found a way to make an airtight alibi that not even the smartest of the fae's could see through. She was smart, calculated, and deadly accurate in all of her ploys.

How hadn't Jamie seen this coming? It was the same torment she'd been cursed with her entire life. If only Rory were here, she would believe her, she would help find some way to prove her innocence. But now, she doubted her wife would come near her after what happened with the death mark incident. It wasn't safe to, she'd be a fool if she did.

Jamie would need to get herself out of this, somehow. She searched the room with her eyes. No one had come back to check on her. They'd made it clear they wouldn't return until she was sentenced to hang for her crimes. In the corner of the room something sharp shone in the beams of the setting sun that bled through the small window to her left.

If she could get the shield down, she'd have a chance to get out. Even if Ain was borrowing her magic to do this, it was still 'her' magic. It was possible that she could control it.

A small panicked voice screamed that her being alone with an object was a set up for another game, another ploy that would end in horrible things. But if she stayed here, regardless of whether Ain wanted her out or not, she would lose the game overall.

Breathing slowly, she tried to calm herself. She couldn't let the panic overtake her, or she would never get out of here alive. Humming a low tune, Jamie attempted to sooth herself in the lonely room through a song her mother had sang to her when she was young, before the incident that stole her away. It was a song of protection, or promise, a plea for help from the spirits. The words easily slipped off Jamie's tongue as she repeated the phrases like a spell in her native language. After the fifth time it started to quell the panic in her chest.

The flap of wings made her pause. A black raven landed on her arm and cocked its head to the side. Jamie copied the motion. She hadn't seen any birds in here before. Where in the gods names had that come from?

It looked to be waiting for something.

Jamie started singing again. Three more raven's appeared and landed on her arms. So it was a spell after all. Jamie had always wondered why raven's were attracted to her mother, she thought nothing of it when she was young, but now that she examined the words, it was clearly a summoning, of what she did not know.

The raven's untied the rope on her arms and legs. It fell to the floor with a thud, singing on the shield encasing her and disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Jamie curled up on the chair, not daring to touch what had just disintegrated the rope that had been on her only moments ago.

"Touch it, Yemica," the first raven said. "It is your magic, do not fear your power, it cannot harm you."

The voice was familiar, it took her a moment to recognize where she had heard it before. "Mom?" The words caught in Jamie's throat, bringing forward the pain of her long ago loss she'd never healed from.

"You called to me, I answered," the spirit of her mother replied. "We answered." She gestured to the others with her wing. "Family protects each other, in this life and the next."

"We know you didn't do it Jamie," two raven's said in children's voices. The twins. "Our spirits will be free once you kill who did."

"Kill?" Jamie blinked. "I can't kill what's already dead." She reached out to touch the shield. It withered at the contact, falling away.

"But you know someone who can," her mother stated. "She's attached to you, but there's a way to undo it all. Ain know's this, that's why she's trying to disconnect herself from you. If she does, there will be no way to stop her."

Jamie walked up the stairs stopping at the top just out of reach of the door. "How can I stop her?"

Her mother's spirit landed on her shoulder. "Ask the one you love, she can tell you. But till then, you must live. If you die, you release Ain's hold and she'll be free to wander as she pleases."

Cold steel touched the edge of Jamie's throat as magic exploded the raven's into dust. "Darn mommy dearest trying to ruin my plans. What a buzzkill." Ain's cold voice puffed air beside Jamie's ear. "I see you found a way out of your chair, but it doesn't matter, I was coming to retrieve you anyway sister-dearest."

Jamie couldn't move. She wanted to be like Rory, she wanted to fight, to scream, to escape. But her entire body remained stiff and unresponsive in the presence of her sister.

"You're the last thing that's standing in my way, Jamie. It took me far too long to figure out how to attain my freedom." Ain grabbed her hair and kicked open the door, stepping up onto a stage lit by the full moon above. "Just like you always have, you've been in my way."

Jamie stole a glance back to see that Ain was possessing Nil's body. "What are you planning?"

"What I should have done all along. It was always going to come to this," Ain stated, signaling for one of the other wolves to raise his phone.

It was clear he was recording. But for what purpose?

"I will have my freedom, and I will have my war," Ain whispered. She raised her voice, taking on Nil's deep tone. "In the name of justice, Jamie of the fae, you have been found guilty of murder and the illegal cursing of a wolf, and for that. . ." Ain sneered. "You are sentenced to death."

Cold metal ripped through the flesh of Jamie's throat before she had a chance to react. Burning pain followed the slice, screaming a pain she couldn't express. She placed a hand to it, gasping for air as blood gushed over her fingers. Her lungs burned. She couldn't breathe.

The werewolves around them gasped, several ran forward. "She wasn't judged. Who said they could kill her? This wasn't counsel approved."

Ain disappeared into the shadow's.

Jamie's vision blurred as she collapsed. The last thing she saw was Rory screaming her name.