chapter 11(2)

Jonah being with her doesn’t bother me as much as I know it should. Maybe it is because I grew up around them both, observed for so long it now just feels natural to see them together. I know he would give his life for her; he almost has on a few occasions. One time, she fell into the rapids and was sucked under the water. She was seven years old at the time and nearly drowned. They both almost did, before I let Kaif take over and pull them out. Jonah was thirteen at the time, me sixteen, and once I erased the memory from Marabella, he demanded to know what I was and how I was able to take her memories away. I convinced him it was my power, that Kaif was just an embodiment of it. If she wasn’t in a life or death situation, I’m sure Kaif would have marked her then and there, but his fear for her kept him handled. Jonah believed me up until he turned twenty, when I finally told him the truth, and he realized that Kaif was, in fact, real and I wasn’t a typical werewolf vessel. I’m the twe