Her mom's a witch.
Her dad's a demon.
And she just wants to be ordinary.
I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on a...

"In the end, the guy doesn't change for the girl, the girl is still broken and they don't end up together."
He was cold
He was tormented
He was cruel
He was ruthless
He was powerful
He couldn't love
He killed
He was the alpha of doom
She was fragile
She was sweet
She was kind
She loved anyone
She was broken
She was tortured
She was an omega