~Odette~
Ambrose was struggling. Every time he opened his eyes, he saw those eyes haunting his dreams. He saw his mother's hand hit the floor in front of him. The smell of copper assaulted his nostrils.
He was constantly being thrown back into that night. I was doing what I could to bring him back, soothe his broken heart and heal his fractured mind.
But even with her feeding from his pain, I couldn't seem to take it all way. And that cracked something in me. That there was some pain I couldn't help.
All this power, and I was utterly useless for the one person in this world whose feeling matter this much to me.
Over the next few days, the cleanup had begun instantly after our arrival.
Witches moving lumber and stone with their magic.
Vampires were reinforcing and rebuilding the boundary wall.
Shifters digging a mote around the wall. Filling it with magic thorned vines and brush.
