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"How long has she been like this?" Amanda asks in a worried tone, checking Amara's vitals.

The child is white, pale white and immobile and she has a fever, her temperature is high and heart rate is slow.

Amanda looks up at Leila who is looking down at her child in perpetual sadness, nibbling away at fingers, her eyes red and puffy with dark bags underneath her sleep deprived eyes, fear gyrating back and forth in her heart, worry taking command of her mind, she cannot sleep, she cannot think straight, she cannot do anything.

All she feels is anguish and pain. She should be the one lying down on the bed, Amara should be hale and hearty, she will gladly trade places.

She looks away and she starts to cry again. She just doesn't know what is going on, no one seems to know what is wrong with her daughter, three hospitals and four paediatric specialists and no one can figure out what is wrong.

Four days ago, Amara was hale and hearty. She returned from the playground with Tatum and wouldn't shut up about how much fun they had, Tatum even took her shopping and bought her a cartful of clothes and toys.

Amara insisted that he stayed behind for dinner and when she refused, Amara refused to eat, she went to bed on an empty stomach but the next morning she woke up and has remained like this ever since. Amara couldn't have fallen sick because she did not eat something to bed, right? Or was it when she went out with Tatum? Did she eat something perhaps? Was Tatum watching her at all times? Did he pay her enough attention?

"Katrina is on her way here with Curtis, if this isn't medical, we'll find out, she's my Uncle's pack witch," Kelvin says, his eyes full of sadness and worry.

"She'll be fine Leila," Liana goes to hug Leila and Leila breaks down in her mother's arms.

"I hope so mother, I can't lose her, I can't lose my daughter."

She grips her head with both hands before slowly running her hands down to cover her face and she sobs deeply, her heart throbbing in pain, engulfed with fear.

The last time she felt this amount of

fear and worry was in that prison cell when that blood dripped down, her legs, when she thought she had lost her child but this time the fear is stronger, the thought of losing her daughter comes with such a brutal pain that she is not sure she can bear, that she doesn't want her heart to bear.

Her daughter will be fine, she will not lose her, she cannot lose her.

She will not survive if anything happens to Amara, she will not, her baby is her life, her joy, her comfort through everything.

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No matter how sad she feels, no matter what pain she is in, one look at Amara and everything goes away, she draws hope from her little smile, like a reassurance that everything will always work out in the end as long as she has her.

"I'd like everyone to leave the room," Katrina says as she hurries into the room with Curtis in step.

Leila was expecting a woman but Katrina is a girl that looks barely above fifteen, lanky and short but her eyes are completely dark with no other colour in them.

"I'm not leaving my daughter," Leila says, wiping her eyes and folding her arms.

"We all carry different spirits and energies, I need to deal with hers alone," Katrina replies as she lifts Amara's limp body and places it on the floor as Liana wraps a hand around Leila and they all file out of the room.

Katrina gets to work. She draws a

star with a special black chalk around Amara and places five red candles, one each at each point that the stars connect before she draws the drape close to usher in darkness and she sits at the head of the star with her legs folded into each other. noveldrama

"Fiat lux," She mutters and immediately, the candles are lit. A strong wind begins to surround the room but the candle flames burn still, unaffected by the wind.

Katrina begins to chant and the louder she gets, the more colour returns to Amara's body but all of a sudden, the candle flames go off, the wind stops and the drapes are thrown open.

"No!" Katrina screams as she is blasted back by a strong invisible force and thrown into the wall, face first.