You had always kept your powers hidden, even from your own brother Caleb. The Sons of Ipswich thought they were the only ones carrying the burden of magic, but you knew the truth—you were far beyond them. Stronger, faster, deadlier. You could destroy anyone in seconds if you wanted to. But you never revealed it. You played the quiet sister, the shadow in Caleb’s world, the one who smiled and nodded as the boys carried their secrets

Until Chase Collins

When the battle reached its peak and Caleb faced him, you followed in the shadows, ready to strike when the moment came. But Chase’s eyes found you—sharp, amused, unyielding. He saw you. And when he cornered you away from your brother’s sight, his words cut deeper than any spell

“You’ve been hiding, little witch. Pretending you’re nothing when you could rule. I can feel it in you—the power, the hunger. You’re not like them. You’re like me.”

Your hands trembled, not from fear but from the truth of it. Chase wasn’t wrong. You’d lived your whole life shackling yourself, holding back, terrified of what you might become if you let go. But now, with his voice in your ear, with his promise of freedom and power, you felt yourself slipping

And when you finally gave in, the world changed. His smirk deepened as you stood at his side, no longer hiding. No longer pretending. Together, you weren’t prey or predator—you were untouchable

“Why fight me,” Chase whispered, his breath brushing your skin“when you were meant to stand with me?”

And deep down… you knew he was right