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Dear Amelia,

I know you don’t want to hear this, but you have a lot to thank your brother for. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t think I would have ever started a relationship with Devyn, even though I loved him. And I definitely wouldn’t be alive right now. Neither would Sadie, Devyn or Jordan. The world would have ended in chaos, and you would never have been born. Oh, and Macey would have burned the world.

I learned that together, Tristan and Grace could literally do anything. Tristan could dream walk, heal, and even talk to his wolf at six! And at six, Grace could break seals, heal, and teleport between realms. And their powers just grew as they got older.

Together, they found the other fae who came with Flynn, and sent them back to their own realm. Tristan knew there was fae magic in me, so he dream walked into Sadie’s dream and enlisted her help. He’s the one who reopened my wounds so Sadie could absorb the fae magic trapped inside me. And when she was done, Tristan healed me. That’s what he told me.

Grace and Tristan admitted to us that they practiced their magic often, and they were really good at it. They knew more than we thought. And from there, we promised no more secrets.

I addressed the tribe, and I told them everything. Years later, we decided it was best we hide everything that happened. That’s why I must reiterate that these letters are burned after you’ve finished reading them. The existence of fae in this realm were to die with the war.

Anyway, after addressing the tribe, I addressed Black Forest, and Viktor’s clan. Devyn told me Viktor and his clan warriors helped defend Black Forest when Colton attacked. I also found out, through Viktor, that Vasilia saved Devyn. That was probably why I felt the bond again after feeling it almost snap the first time. I don’t know all of the details from what happened- I didn’t ask. But I know what I was told, and what I felt.

When I got home, I had a panic attack. I felt alone, and like I didn’t belong. Like I let everyone down. I felt guilty for not telling the tribe about Colton sooner. We lost members because of that. It was my fault. And when I walked through the palace, I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Judging me.

Mrs. Jones, yes the head chef for the palace, calmed me down. She reassured me. Fed me. But it was her hug that ultimately healed me- emotionally.

~Mom

MJ. B