Chapter: 50. HAUNTED BY HIS CONSCIOUSNESS.

***** Mariana sat behind the house, listening to the birdsong with the breeze ruffling her hair. She took a sip of her tea and sighed happily, enjoying the summer heat and the fresh smell of the flowers outside. Months have passed since her fight with the Witches, and slowly she has almost nursed herself back to health. She could walk around on her own without help, and her burnt skin was no longer painful to look at, although sometimes when she walked into a bright light it seemed like it still hurt, so she would take some ointment for that, but otherwise, she could move about freely. She was glad with her progress, and in truth could not wait to be able to go about her plans once again. The Witches may have caused a pause in her efforts, but she was glad to know that her son hadn't completely lost it to the Lycan since she could still use his energy to get into the Lycan's head. She picked up her teacup and brought it to her lips, but frowned when she noticed it was empty. She got on