February 29th 2020 3:45pm

Nahara pov:

"One more." I threw another red flame towards the vace jasper threw up.

"Alright , Nat she's better at this than you were."

"You know what I'm hearing blah blah blah."

"Ok can we take a twenty?"

"Yea I think it's time for a quickie." Jasper ran off to find my aunt.

"Ewwwwww"

"Grossss" Riley and nat yelled.

Their like rabbits.

"Here "my mom handed Me,Riley and Nat some green tea lemonade.

"You need to slow down." She warned I nodded still out of breath.

I've been training every day except weekends.

Practicing my spell casting and my telekinesis. I even unlocked astral projection it helps when meditating. Mom taught me spell casting while dad helped me with Empathy another power I have. They didn't want to teach me dark magic being a white walker and all. I have over nine powers and I've mastered almost all. Telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, hyper empathy, spell casting, healing , teleportation,astral projecting and the sight, you know black girl magic or watevea .

While Aunt nova teaches me healing she also told me that my red flames were called pyrokinesis. Mainly royal demons of the Lowe family have this power I guess I got it from Damon.

I haven't seen him since then and I don't plan on it. It's been three months and boy was it heaven without hearing or seeing him.

I did know my due date was any day now I feel nothing but pain under my lower belly. Talia would come to visit to check up on me and to tell me about how the kingdom is doing.

"Alright meditation time." Mom usually take over at this time.

This place is sanctuary. Now I see why my aunt lives here. It's peaceful and it's better to focus on my energy.

Perhaps I could live here. In this great big unknown place.

Everyone hit the yard for meditating for about twenty minutes in my body felt cold. Like Stone cold soon My palms felt heavy.

Ice, dark, death, fire, Damon.

I haven't got a vision in months. But every time I do it's a different way Damon dies.

"Are you ok ?" Riley asked quietly "yea." It hurt not being able to tell them of my vision nor could I try to prevent it.

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Damon POV:

"Mason I'm telling you I hate her guts."

Taking a large drink of scotch"It's been three damn months and she still doesn't want to come home." Grabbing the cue stick I closed my right eye and aimed for the purple ball ahead.

"Well you did tell her she was your fucking property Damon." Shit I missed the hole and I never miss.

"Exactly who side are you on here?"

Mason here is an old battle partner of mine and also the alpha of the silver tooth pack. Of course I called him here because in all honesty without hearing nahara voice in the castle gets lonely plus he said he had 'important' things to tell me.

"Hers."

"You don't even know the girl,Haven't even met her."

He shook his head and grabbed the scotch bottle taking it back in one go.

"And there goes my scotch...... great."

"Well you said you knew where she was so why won't you just go see her?" He said shrugging his shoulders like going to go see her was sooooo easy.

"I've tried she told her aunt she didn't want me to come over but get this she ALLOWED TALIA in but not me , the babies father!!"

"She's still mad that's all."

"Mad for what I didn't do anything."

"Damon ughhhh you called the damn girl your surrogate and nothing more than your property after you and her had a steamy night."

"Mason you know me and you know that love and I don't mix."

I waved him off while walking back to my chair.

"You didn't even give it a chance. Hell this women could be your last witch queen the woman to end your lonely miserable immortal life."

I ignored him and took a sip of what was left in the scotch bottle.

There was a reason why I didn't want her on the throne. The first witch queen to sit on that demon throne was Ava and she fucked the kingdom down so bad that the people thought the whole idea was a disgrace because she wasn't an demon.

After Loriella's passing I promised myself I didn't want kids nor did I want to trust another women. But I need an heir it's been almost a century since she died I needed to try again at least.

"You have so much to learn about women ... look when you say something like that they'll always remember it trust me I've had my fare share of women so I know."

Honestly I forgot he was even talking...

He walked and sat on the couch across from me.

"All you need is to let her have her time."

"I have for fifteen weeks now."

"That's creepy."

"Im not proud of myself." I pouted

He closed his eyes and trust I knew talking about love annoyed him.

His mate died years ago and he just don't like the idea of love or the word 'mate'. But I know mason he try's to put on a front that's he's ok and a tough pup but we both know he's still hurting. They were damn mates.

"Anyway the attack that happen on my pack were in fact the waren brothers. I picked up their smell about half a mile from the training camp. Me and my boys followed them back to that old library that one our parents told us not to step foot in."

Mason then I walked up and went to his bag hanging on the room door handle.

He then came up to me handing a yellow envelope.

"What's this?" I took the envelope from his hands.

"Damon they were in there searching for something and I think they found it."

I slowly opened the envelope. Slowing reading the words on the old paper.

The Witches Hour

Two witches , one born from royalty other a mere commoner. One witch he would fall in love with and she would bare his children.This witch could be our salvation or our destruction. A witch of dark and light. Good and evil could save us from a-

"Yea mason im well aware of the witch hour prophecy." I said sarcastically.

"Half a century ago you told me that you were apart of this prophecy."

I nodded "Yea so what about it?"

"They were trying to hide something damon. They found the last piece of the prophecy. That's why they were in one of the most ancient libraries know to supernatural kind."

He pulled a ripped piece from his pocket.

Clearly it was a ripped piece of paper from the prophecy. I leaned up in my seat.

"I bit the little blonde ones leg and he dropped this." He handed me the small paper.

Powerful White walker

I picked up the prophecy and added the cut off piece to it.

The Witches Hour

Two witches , one born from royalty other a mere commoner. One witch he would fall in love with and she would bare his children.This witch could be our salvation or our destruction. A witch of dark and light. Good and evil could save us from a- Powerful White Walker.

"Nahara's a white walker right?" Mason asked but I didn't respond

"But which White Walker ?"