COLE
I waited for dawn, my back against the wall of this shitty cabin, watching the sky shift from black to gray through a dirty window.
Sleep was a joke at this point. I hadn't really slept well in months. Maybe longer.
Freya and I hadn't gotten to talk last night because the second the full moon rose, she had to go underground into the cellar. Carlos locked her in with this heavy iron door while I just stood there listening to the locks click into place.
He told me it was because her power surges during the full moon, becomes dangerous and uncontrollable. Witches and full moons don't mix well apparently.
I sat there for hours listening to her down there. Screaming. Breaking things. Scratching at the stone walls like an animal trying to get out.
It reminded me of when we were kids and she'd have nightmares. I'd sit outside her room until she stopped crying.
