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Lily is mourning the death of her father when she comes into contact with a werewolf pack. But she has reason not to trust them all, especially Felicity, and Sampson is way too obvious. Uncle Kev makes a discovery that could change the way they view the fight against the witch hunter. Lily fights an unseen enemy that puts her relationship with Josh to the ultimate test. Add this to her new power, empathy, and she's at breaking point.
Heartbroken and pushed to the limit, she turns to her father's grave for solace and finds wisdom where she least expects it.
Lily must stand up and be the leader everyone knows she can be, especially when one of her best friends is kidnapped by Luther and held at ransom. But, the question remains. Can she believe in herself enough?
The sky was grey and murky as I watched my father's coffin be slowly lowered into his grave. My boyfriend, Josh, had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist holding me close to him. I half listened to the priest performing the ceremony as I stared at the mahogany, gold lined box that held his body.
It had been ten days since that fateful night in the old church where we faced Henry Luther, the man who had been hunting witches for centuries, killing them and stealing their souls for their powers. And now, he had my Dad's.
I still couldn't believe he was gone, that I'd never see him smile again. I'd never again get to hear his loud, joyful laugh or hear him call my name in exasperation when I'd set something alight, simply because my sister, Rosie, could put it straight out. I'd never get to see his loving eyes looking back at me, or feel his warm arms envelope me in safety. He'd never get to see me or Rosie get married, or meet his grandchildren.
Henry Luther had denied me of that.
At seventeen, he'd taken my Dad from me.
My Mum's hand held mine tightly, her eyes fixated on the headstone as the ceremony came to an end and the crowd around the grave began to disperse. Almost the whole town of Salem, Massachusetts had come to pay their respects and say their final goodbyes. Slowly everyone left until it was just us, our family and Josh's family. My Uncle looped a gentle arm around my Mother's shoulder and lead her away, back to the car, with everyone else following. They all threw a white rose onto his coffin, the pure colour contrasting against the darkness of the wood.
But I didn't move. And neither did Josh.
The winter chill barely affected me, despite the fact it was seeping through my thick, black coat and black shift dress. We stood in silence as my eyes drifted to the headstone, marking the place he'd lie forever-more, in the Mauve family plot.
Markus James Mauve</p>
A beloved father, brother and uncle.
A cherished friend who will never be forgotten.
Rest in Peace.
''Lily? We should go back to the house now. Everyone will be waiting for us.'' Josh's gentle voice carried to my ears on the biting wind. I solemnly nodded my head. I kissed two of my fingers softly and pressed them to the top of the gravestone.
''I love you, Daddy. I won't let him get away with it. I promise.''
I allowed Josh to lead me back to the car, to take me back to my house for the wake. It wasn't a home anymore. Not without him.
The room was silent as I took my seat at the piano, the piano I had last played at on Christmas Day when Josh gave it to me. Rosie was stood beside me, waiting for me. This was our parting gift to the Dad we both loved so much, a song. His favourite song.
I took a deep breath and let my fingers take over as I played the beginning notes for My Heart Will Go On. I opened my mouth, allowing the words to flow out, harmonising with Rosie's beautiful voice. Dad always said the song reminded him of Grand-mamar, but now we'd carry the tune in memory of him. My heart tugged on every word I sang as I felt a single tear fall from my eye. This was it, this was our goodbye. Our goodbye to the most wonderful man in the world.
I gently heard the sound of another voice as we began the chorus, a rich, full voice.
She hadn't sang like this in years, only singing casually when she was cleaning and had the radio turned up loud as she waltzed around the floor with her broom. But today she shared her voice with the world, the voice our whole family loved, the voice my Dad compared to an angel's. She sang clearly and evenly, only the silent tears sliding down her cheeks betraying her true feelings. The three of us sang together as my fingers swept over the keys before me. My dad's girls. We were his three favourite people in the whole world, and we sung that song for him, together.
''Lily, I'm so sorry for your loss.''
I heard a deep voice behind me and turned to see a muscular man who towered over my five foot six frame. He had the tell tale signs of stubble on his chin and his brown hair was slicked backwards from his face.
''Thank you.'' I tried for a smile but could only managed a small curl of my lips.
''My name is Devlin. I was your father's friend for many years and I was incredibly grieved to hear of his passing. Such a terrible thing for one so young.'' He shook his head and continued. ''He once informed me that if anything should happen to him I was to find you.'' He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small white card before slipping it into my hand.
''If you should happen to need anything, my number is on that card. Please don't hesitate to give me a call. I am entirely at your service.'' He gave me a small bow and disappeared into the crowd. I lifted the card in front of my face and almost fainted when I read it.