Drabble Summary: Freya finds out Wendy's dead.
"Okay, okay. One more thing." She needs to stop by her home so she can grab her things. For once all is right in the world. They've conquered their grandfather, she has the love of her life, and she didn't die.
Her words are instantly cut off when she finds her mom clutching Wendy's body. Freya knows that grief stricken face. The tears that fall from her face are an endless rain. And Freya knows. She feels her hand let go of Killian's to rush over. Her knees hit the hardwood floor, scurrying to be close to Aunt Wendy.
"Please, don't tell me she's dead. Cats have nine lives.
Tell me she's coming back. She was alive an hour ago!"
She knows Wendy was on her last life but it wasn't supposed to turn out this way. It was never supposed to be like this. They were a family and now they seemed to be disconnected pieces. Maybe if they had found the key faster, this could have been avoided. It might have made a difference, right? She feels her heart sinking like a ship.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart."
Her mother's trademark line when things had gone to shit.
A line that should have comforted her but it didn't.
The next thing she knows is that she has arms around her. Killian and Joanna. She reaches for Wendy's lifeless hand before the drops begin to fall on her face.
This was an unspoken rule in witch club, wasn't it?