Olivia
“I’ll do it,” I whispered, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “The diamond in exchange for Aurora.”
The witch smirked. “Good girl,” she said, extending the diamond toward me.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I reached out for the shining diamond in the witch’s hand. But before my fingers grazed it, I paused, looking up at her warily. “You’ll keep your promise,” I said. “I won’t let you take Aurora before she’s three years old.”
The witch’s eyes gleamed in the dim blue light cast from the flashlight, but much to my surprise, she nodded. “Of course. Three years. No more, no less.”
It pained me to make this agreement. But my wolf, when her voice had broken through the spell for a few moments, had been right; we could remedy this within that time frame. I was sure o
