quickly after Giovanni called Nicolai and felt a little overwhelmed as she was introduced to everyone. She learned there were nine council members, each representing a different species that made Mystery Springs their home. Captain Logan Carter represented the humans. She was sure she recognized him from before, but she was a child the last time she saw him. In the version she remembered he was at least ten years younger. The crinkled skin around his light blue eyes held less wrinkles, and his side burns weren’t salted with grey hair. Despite the obvious increase in age, he still looked strong and solid as he stood leaning against the wall by the fireplace in the living room, arms pulled across his chest, taking in the scene with suspicious eyes.
The only memory she had of him was kind. He’d given her an ice cream treat right before he entered her mother’s greenhouse in the back yard. Closing the door behind him, shutting her out of the conversation. She was too young to be curious back than and too preoccupied with her vanilla and chocolate treat to really care. All this supernatural chaos was going on around her and she was too blind to even see it happening.
A frail, elderly woman who walked with a cane named Mariah represented the witches. Sophie was surprised that she recognized Mariah as well. Not as a witch, but as someone who came over to the house to visit with Chelsea, her father, and mother from time to time. Mariah always made Sophie feel a little nervous so she avoided those visits like the plague. Always coming up with some excuse to study in her room or go visit a friend. Today Mariah wore her grey hair in pigtail braids which seemed to be her second favorite hair style. Other times Sophie had seen Mariah she was wearing her hair in a tight bun on the top of her head. The skin on her bones looked thinner than normal and seemed to hang a little looser off her bones. Sophie couldn’t help but wonder if her mother’s death was the reason for Mariah advancing frailty.
Sophie didn’t recognize the female with long silver hair, steely gray eyes, and pale skin named Anastacia, or Stacia as she preferred to be called. There was a slight blue tint to her skin that Sophie learned was common among Jinn, also known as genies. She fought the urge to ask where Stacia’s lamp was or if she lived in a golden vessel waiting for a master to rub the surface and ask for three wishes. It seemed highly implausible that the legend was true since there didn’t seem to be anyone there with her. Stacia wore black slacks that fit her curvy, form perfect. Her hair hung loose and fell to just above her waist. It was thin and wispy, nothing like the image of Barbara Eden from ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ which had been her go-to expectation of what genie’s were supposed to look like.
A strong-looking, tall man with dangerous eyes and sandy brown, sun-kissed hair named Luke was a pack alpha and represented his wolves. There was something primal about his stare. His eyes reminded her of a wolf, and she couldn’t help but wonder how close the animal was to the surface with the full moon only a week away. He offered her a stiff nod as he was introduced to her, but kept his distance across the room assuming a similar pose to Logan’s.
Possibly the most beautiful woman Sophie had ever seen with sparkling blonde hair, intense violet eyes, and golden skin represented the Fairy or Fae population. Her face was symmetrical and heart shaped. The beauty she possessed seemed false somehow, forced, perhaps with magic to appear perfect. It was slightly unnerving to look at her. Her name was Bella.
A tall girl with wavy chocolate brown hair and blue-green eyes the color of the sea hidden behind fifties-styled glasses shook Sophie’s hand, and almost broke it in the process. She was introduced as Harmony, and she represented the Amazons. The woman was tall and all muscle. She reminded Sophie of the female athletes at