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Callums POV:

Morgan was still shaken up about the incident that had happened on Saturday, and I looked at her as we were driving to Las Vegas in my car.

"Morgan." She turned to look at me. "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, her face turned to the window. "No."

I frowned. "What's wrong?"

She took a deep breath, and turned to face me. "I lied about what I said yesterday that I don't where the flowers came from. The handwriting… I know it was really from him."

I arched my eyebrows. "And you didn't tell me because…?"

"Because I'm scared." She whispered.

I reached out and took hold of her hand. "Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you."

She bit her lower lip nervously. "I know. It's just – he's here, in Widow's Vale, and I don't know what he'll do next. He was always very unpredictable."

I grinned. "Unpredictable? You don't know me yet."

That made her smile. "Actually, I think you can. You're my soulmate, so I always know what you're going to do next."

I groaned. "Busted."

When we reached Thierry's mansion, only an hour had passed. There had been less traffic, so we had got there quicker.

When we set foot inside the mansion, Hannah came up to us, looking very pleased.

"Hi Morgan, Callum." She hugged Morgan, smiling at me. "Have you heard? Thierry and me are getting married on Valentine's Day. I want you to be my bridesmaid."

I turned to look at Morgan, smiling. She had a shocked look on her face, as if she couldn't believe it.

"M – Me? Are you sure?" She asked, nervously.

"It'd be the opportunity of your life, pet. People wouldn't normally pick you to be a bridesmaid." I leaned against the wall casually, watching her face.

She glared at me, and then turned back to Hannah, smiling. "Sure. I'd love to."

Hannah smiled, pulling Morgan away. "Okay. I've decided your dress can be white, made exactly like the bride's dress, but it'll be different, and I'm thinking Maggie could be the other bridesmaid since you look alike -"

They disappeared around the corner, and I went straight to my room, throwing my duffel bag on the bed. The only reason we'd come here was to collect our belongings. Morgan wasn't allowed to make weekly visits to Vegas, since it was several towns away.

I took out Morgan's copy of Charlotte's Web from the bag, which Morgan had lent to me. She wanted me to "become familiar with all modern day classics and things that teenagers like". That had made me smile.

Deciding to humour her, I had agreed to read it and anything else she wanted me to. I guessed I had a little time to myself before Morgan came up after having talked about the weddings.

I was halfway through Charlotte's Web, where Wilbur the pig was taken to the fair and the spider, Charlotte, had made the words "some pig" in the web, when I noticed it was quite chilly.

I glanced towards the window, but it was shut. I wondered what was going on. All during winter there had been no snow and it been a mild heat wave.

I frowned, put the book down on the table, and went down to the room where the others were. No one had noticed yet that something was wrong.

When I entered, Morgan crossed over, smiling at me.

"Hi." She smiled up at me.

I found it impossible not to smile back. "Hi, pet."

"Can I talk to all of you for a second?" Mare called out. I glanced towards her, and saw Ash standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Mare looked nervous.

The room grew quite, and Mare took a breath before continuing. "Ash and me decided that -"



But before Mare could finish her sentence, the air grew chillier, but the windows were shut.

Suddenly, the temperature dropped, and icicles formed on everything in the room.

I pulled Morgan to me, and everyone watched as an icy cyclone appeared in the middle of the room, which was quite large and spacious, finally slowing down.

A creature was in the center, a massive shape that appeared to be hunched, with spikes running along its back, full of sharp edges that were as clear as crystal. It was made entirely of ice.

I recognised it instantly. It had made the whole room cold that that was icicles forming on the actual walls, and the ground was covered with snow.

"What is it?" Morgan's teeth were chattering, her nose turning pink. I hugged her to me, giving her all the warmth I could.

"It's an ice demon. Witches can conjure it." I whispered back. Due to being a hawk shifter, my blood kept me warm, so I didn't have to worry about freezing.

The creature started hurling great chunks of ice around; and I ducked as one came towards me. I had a bad feeling about this.

It lumbered around, causing things to crash. The noise echoed in the room, which was the largest in the mansion. So that made the echoes pretty loud.

I saw other people coming in through the door that miraculously hadn't frozen stiff, and guessed that everyone was here; the demon was making that loud a commotion. Whoever conjured up the elemental demon sure knew what it was capable of.

I saw a snowball coming towards Morgan, and hurriedly pulled her out of the way. I had a feeling it was mainly focussing on Morgan, Ash, Mare, and me.

I was right.

None of the others got injured; the demon was particularly aiming at us. What made it harder was that the floor was slippery. I saw Mare stumble, but quickly regain her balance.

Thierry, James, Delos, Eric, Kierlan, mostly the boys, were all trying to take down the elemental, but not even witch fire could help.

I saw Ash run out the room, pulling Mare behind him. He must have known it was after them, I thought.

Deciding on the same tactic, I managed to reach the door and slammed it shut behind me. Whoever had conjured the demon hadn't reckoned on that, and had tied it to that room in particular. I was right.

When Ash, Mare, Morgan and I went back into the room after a few minutes, the elemental had vanished, leaving the room in a state of ice. The wall-high windows had exploded, showering glass out into the garden.

It was Morgan who broke the silence, as always. "Well, who said we didn't have a white winter? Forget the sun – let's have a snowball fight!" She threw a snowball at me. It hit me squarely in the face, and I grabbed a fistful of snow from the ground, aiming it for her, but it whacked Blaise in her face. She looked horrified, as if she thought it beneath her to wipe the snow off her dress with her newly manicured nails, and then a smile lit her face and she threw one back at me. I dodged, and it went hurtling at Thierry.

That afternoon, I had the most fun since I had been a young child.

Letting loose once in a while was worth the effort of working hard.