It was her birthday today. Finally. She felt like it would never get here. She was ready to start her hand-to-hand training—her father had promised her. Her mother had also promised to tell her a secret. She was ready to embrace her destiny. She had heard about it for as long as she could remember, and now she was ready. All of her older brothers were already hunting and a part of The Society. She couldn’t wait for her time to come, as well. She had a wicked bloodlust that she needed to sate. Yes, she was only thirteen, but it didn’t matter. She was a killer, plain and simple. This she had known for a few years now. To bad The Society wasn't open to the women. They were only taught self-defense in case they were attacked. So that left her with whatever her mother had planned for her.
Callisto entered her home, looking for her mother. She wanted to know what this so-called ‘secret’ was that had to wait until her thirteenth birthday.
She had been dreaming about this moment since her mother first told her about it when she was a girl. She remembered being furious that she wouldn’t tell her then. Her mother had made such a show of it, claiming that she was too young and wasn’t ready for the responsibility of knowing it at only eight years old. She thought it was utter crap, but no point in worrying about it now. She was old enough to get the answers she had been waiting for.
“Mother!” Callisto yelled.
“Why are you being so loud?” Reagan snarled from the shadows. “I can hear just fine. It’s not like we live in a huge space. It’s a hut, for goodness sake.”
Callisto barely bit back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Her mother could be very unpredictable at times. She would react in the strangest ways and to the strangest things. No one could ever predict what would set her off, or when. It was a sober and frightening thought, but most of the time Callisto brushed it off—especially when she wanted something.
“Sorry, Mother. I wasn’t thinking properly. I guess I’m just so excited about my birthday and finally having that talk with you,” she said smoothly.
Callisto was sure her mother had heard the insincerity thick in her voice, but she would never call her on it. It was one of the many things Callisto loved about her mother. She let her get away with most things other children couldn’t.
Reagan was at a loss for words. In reality, she was a little afraid of her daughter’s reaction to what she had to tell her. Callisto was, after all, her father’s daughter. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure how she would take the fact that she had mixed blood, but her plan for revenge hedged on the girl’s acceptance and cooperation. She needed her on her side, not against her.
“What I have to tell you can never be repeated to anyone, not even your father and brothers. Maybe you can talk about it with Christian, but no one else. Not even me. Are we clear?” Reagan asked with an air of seriousness.
Callisto had caught the sigh before it escaped her lips. She would have to tread carefully today if she wanted the information she was seeking. She pinned her mother with that stare she used to get her out of the toughest spots. Her innocent grey eyes helped with the cause, along with her cream skin on a face that held all the beauty of a Greek Goddess. The look that had made grown men fall weak at the knees.
In the sweetest voice she could conjure, she said…
“But, of course, Mother. I swear to the Goddess Callisto herself for whom I’ve been named that I will never utter a single word, on this day that will pass between us.”
Reagan was once again at a loss for words at the lyrical way that her daughter had just spoken. The words had come out like a finely woven spell and had ensnared her in a trap so many had fallen into before her. She had so many attributes of a Mystic that it made Reagan want to fall to the ground and weep. She couldn’t have asked for a better progeny. She couldn’t have asked for a better person to help her strike her brethren for the sins that they had placed upon her all those years ago. The rage she felt at their betrayal still stung like a thousand thorns upon her sensitive flesh. She shook her head to dispel her thoughts from running away from her. She had other matters to attend to at the moment.
She cleared her throat before speaking.
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