✍ Scribed by Faison, Alanna J
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
My name is Rayne Whitmore, and I have been unmade.
In order to awaken the power inside of me, I've pushed my body to limits that shouldn't have been possible. But, the pain that I endured was all to bring me closer to a certain goal:
To kill the witch that took nearly everything from me; Namen Young.
Through torture, lies, death, and betrayal, I must figure out how to navigate among the supernatural, and the extent of my own power. I have help, but Namen isn't going to make it easy for any of us.
It's a good thing that I won't let a little problem like murder stop me.
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