Ms. Piper got up from her desk and rushed to the classroom door to look out. The entire school was black, as far as we could tell, like the electricity had all gone out. There was a row of windows in the classroom, but it was a dark wintry day, so not a lot of sunlight was filtering in. Without the buzz of the overhead lights and the computers we normally heard, it was a little eerie. I looked from Ms. Piper to Brice and then back again. He shrugged, but I could tell he wasn’t alarmed. The teacher, on the other hand, looked as if she didn’t know what to do, but she seemed to think that something was wrong.
She stood there for almost a minute, which seemed to take a long time under the circumstances, before her cell phone rang. Ms. Piper pulled it out of her pocket and answered it, tentatively. “Hello?”
Of course, all we could hear was he
I pushed the door to Ms. Grover’s classroom open slowly. An eerie blue glow was emanating around the barrier, like something out of a sci-fi movie. The energy was odd, even in the hallway right outside of the door, like something from a horror movie.Once the door was open, I could see what the problem was--sort of. It almost rubbed my eyes, it was so surreal. Everything I was looking at seemed like it couldn’t possibly be real.The room was full of electrical blue charges, fizzling and sizzling around in the air. In the middle of the room, Fionna Flamingo sat at a desk, her hair standing on end, like she’d touched one of those Tesla balls at the science museum. Around her, fifteen or so kids were floating in the air, many of them upside down, all of them with shocked expressions frozen on their faces. They drifted around her, floating u
I joined my pack in the hallway as other students began to cautiously come out of the other rooms into the hallway. Even with the lights on, it was obvious many of them were still scared. I could understand why they would be, the humans anyway. I remembered back in California when we used to do lock down drills for possible intruders in our school. We hadn’t had any of those here in Montana. I figured that was because there were enough mages and shifters present that a person would have to be out of their mind to try and infiltrate a school like this one. But it was scary, back then, when I thought I was human, and we had to cower in the corner of the classroom with the door locked and covered as administrators or sometimes the police walked around and tried to get in, just to see if it were possible. They would pretend to be shooters, trying to get in and kill all of us, and there have been enough situations like that recently that it seemed li
Mr. Short led us into his office. I could tell he was nervous. His hands were shaking a little, and tiny beads of sweat popped up on his forehead near his hairline. I took a seat across from him, and Ben sat down beside me. It took the principal a few moments to compose himself once he settled behind his desk. He folded his hands in front of him and took a few deep breaths.When he finally started talking, his voice was soft, and he took his time, like he wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to say. His thoughts seemed rambling and disconnected at first, like he wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this but needed to get it out of his system or something.“I am not a magical person. I don’t have any magic. I don’t know how to do magic. Until I moved to Whispering Hollow, I didn’t even know there was such a thing as magic.
Ben did his best to keep me calm all the way home, trying to tell me that everything was going to be fine the next day and that Francis and Fionna Flamingo probably wouldn’t do anything too outrageous during their meeting with Mr. Short, the principal, but I wasn’t convinced. If my boyfriend was going to take that route, the soothing, “let’s not freak out about anything until we know for sure” route, he should’ve deployed that tactic from the get-go, not attempted to put it into place after he’d already said enough to get me to lose my shit.When we pulled into the driveway, I felt calmer, though. I had been doing some deep breathing exercises on the way home, and I felt like I was going to be able to handle whatever happened the next day. It helped to be at Grandma’s familiar house and to be able to feel the forest calling to me. I intended to go sit in the
When I opened my eyes again, it was growing dark outside. I knew that didn’t necessarily mean it was the middle of the night and I’d completely lost track of time since it tended to get dark so early these days, but my stomach was rumbling, and I needed to get back home not only to scrounch something up to eat but also because I was worried about Sam. The argument that had been going on between Sam and Starla when I left the house a couple of hours ago was fresh in my mind, despite the mediation I’d done and the fact that I’d spent most of my time thinking about how I could get Fionna on my side, rather than what to do about the warring non-newlyweds occupying one of my upstairs bedrooms.The kitchen was abandoned when I walked in, which was surprising to me. Normally, you can always find at least one shifter in the kitchen at any given time. I stayed quiet for a moment to try and d
I had just finished eating my dinner when I heard Sam’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I braced myself for more of the ridiculousness I’d just gone through, but when I tossed the plastic container in the bin and turned to look at him, I could tell he was upset, not angry.“Sam?” I took a few steps closer to him. He slouched against the door jamb, half in the kitchen, half in the hallway. “What’s the matter?”“I don’t know.” I’ve never seen him so despondent. “I don’t know what to do, Harlow.”I couldn’t help but feel sympathetic to his situation, even though the last thing I wanted was to talk to him about Starla. “I’m sorry, Sam.” I meant it. I hated seeing him like this. When Sam is happy, his laugh
I couldn’t let Sam’s irritation that I’d created a new house for him and his lovely girlfriend bother me because I had more important things to worry about--like Fionna. After I’d eaten, I decided to go upstairs and try to do some homework, but I was really hoping Ben would come in and talk to me. We hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk about the situation with Miss Flamingo because as soon as we’d gotten home, we’d encountered the screaming conflict, and all of us had taken off in various directions. I hadn’t seen him since.I heard his familiar steps in the hallway leading to our room while I was staring at my history book, not able to process any of the words I was looking at. When he walked into the room, I stopped pretending to study and put the book aside. “Hi,” I said, the scent of his wolf filling the room. It was obvious he’d spen
The next morning, I walked into school on stiff legs, not sure what to expect. Ben had my hand, but it wasn’t doing much to comfort me or calm the butterflies flying around in my stomach that seemed to be having some sort of war.I had no idea what time Mrs. Flamingo had agreed to come in and meet with Mr. Short, or if she’d even agreed to meet with him for that matter, so I tried to go about my day as usual, hanging out with my pack before the first bell rang. But I was distracted. My eyes constantly searched the crowd around me, looking for Fionna or even Mr. Short. I didn’t know if he would find me before the meeting to let me know what time the Flamingos were coming or if it would just be a surprise.All through first period, I was on the edge of my seat, constantly looking at the door, waiting for my summons to the office. The bell rang,
There’s a comfy chair right next to the fireplace in the main living area of Brookstone. It has become my favorite place to sit. I can sit there for hours and do absolutely nothing but stare out the window at the beautiful forest and sparkling lake. It’s amazing to me to think how far I’ve come in just a year and a few months. I don’t just sit around and do nothing, though. I haven’t had to use my magic to fight off any other mages or shifters since we destroyed Grimly Grouse and his evil minions, but I do use my magic sometimes for other things, like producing presents for my friends or making mythical creatures to entertain us. Brookstone is as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside. Part of that is the fact that we modernized it and redecorated a lot of the rooms. We wanted all of the modern conveniences we were used to, but we didn’t ruin the amb
My plan had been pretty simple. I’d bust into Brookstone, make the other mages and any shifters that were there think that the house was on fire, and I’d run them out to where my pack mates were waiting to take them down.I had no idea one of my pack members had her own idea of what should happen then. I guess I should have. It isn’t as if she hasn’t shocked me enough times in the past for me to expect Fionna to do something… unexpected.The mages in Grimley’s pack came streaming out of the house. Most of them went out the front door because I’d started the alleged fire in the kitchen, which was in the back of the house, on the east side. Fionna, being the tricky mage that she is, had opened a portal right on the other side of the front door so that every single one of the mages who ran out that exit sprinted right int
I didn’t bother to get a ride back to Brookstone the next day. It was clear that no one wanted to drive out there anyway, and it wasn’t as if it was a necessity. We had other ways of getting there, after all.I volunteered to change my wolves into birds so they could fly with us, but all of them passed on that. They said they weren’t used to flying and were afraid they’d fall out of the sky or something. Like I’d let that happen. I’d rolled my eyes, but since most of the area around where we’d stayed the night before was woodsy and rural, we decided it would be okay for them to walk out into the woods and shift there. The rest of us would fly over.My wolves weren’t going to be entering the property until after I knew the situation in the house. Once I knew whether we were on the defensive or the offensive, I woul
It was difficult to get rooms with enough beds for all of us, but my wolves decided they could always shift into their wolf forms and sleep on the floor, and since most of them didn’t sleep much anyway, we went with that. I was definitely going to be sleeping that night, though. I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open to discuss the plan for the next day. Fighting mages is hard work--apparently.“So what is our plan for tomorrow?” Kaylee asked. We were gathered in the room she and I were sharing, all of us sitting on the beds, the floor, and the small sitting area. “I take it we’re going right back there since you wanted to stay so close, Harlow.”“Yeah, we need to go right back over there and take care of things once and for all,” I said. “We just need a plan that will get rid of Grimly Grouse as s
With the ground shaking beneath our feet, the mages lifted themselves up into the air. I pulled up my wolves, too, but that didn’t help save my house. The thought of Grimly Grouse destroying my family home was enough to make me want to set his hair on fire.The ground was cracking beneath us now, some of them were at least a foot across. The idea of one of my people dropping inside of one of them was enough to make me want to fly everyone out of there and back to our rental right away.“Kaylee,” I shouted, wanting to try to fix the problem beneath us and keep my wolves out of danger. “Can you take over for me?”“You mean… float them?” she asked. “All of them?”“We can all help,” Liam said from the o
Looking around at my mages, I tried to determine who I needed to help and who was okay on their own. Liam was taking on a large male mage with a nose ring and the appearance of horns coming out of his bald head. I assumed those were placed there by magic, and he didn’t really have horns growing out of his head, but it was difficult to know for sure. “Give it up, Harlow!” I heard Grimly shout from far behind the line of advance. “I have more reserves. You cannot win.” It was difficult for me to keep my eye on this brute that was about to knock Liam out and respond to the maniac in the back. I decided to ignore Grouse and concentrate on Liam’s predicament. I was fairly far away from the fight, and there were other engagements going on between me and Liam, but I couldn’t let that stop me. The devil guy with the horn
The mages from Brookstone were slowly walking toward us, their long cloaks in a rainbow of colors not even moving from the wind they made, their steps were so even and slow. I stared at them for a long moment, trying to determine what the best thing to do was. A quick estimate told me that there were probably about thirty of them, which meant my team was outnumbered about five to one as mages went. The wolves would be able to help a little, but not much. They were mostly there to fight off any wolves that came our way, and Grimly Grouse had stopped using those, pulling out the big guns instead.We really only had two choices. We could stand there and fight and probably get annihilated because we were outnumbered so badly, or we could run away, regroup, and figure out when and how we should come back. I was really starting to lean toward Plan B, but when I looked at the faces of my packmates, I could tell t
I took advantage of the fearful flicker I’d seen in Grimley Grouse’s eyes and hit him with a bolt of power before he had much time to expect it. He got his hands up, but it wasn’t enough to completely deflect it. I ended up hitting him hard enough to knock him backward almost to the edge of the stream. The other mages around him took a few seconds to stare in shock before they remembered they had powers and could possibly do something to help him.They weren’t going to be able to help him, though. My mages were all ready, so before any of the red cloaked mages could hit me with their powers, mine had their hands up, shooting rays of light to counteract the ones directed at me. I watched the magic around me bend and shift, redirecting back the way it was coming. A few of the red mages were knocked off balance, but none of them went flying the way that Grouse did, probably because mos
I heard the first sounds of battle coming from my left, to the southwest of the house, but I couldn’t tell who it was that was caught up first by the wolves coming from Brookstone. I thought that Raven and Tony had been the furthest to the south, but I wasn’t certain. I decided I should fly over there and have a look. Of course, by the time I got over there, there was a good chance the rest of my wolves would be under attack as well since we’d seen the wolves shooting through the forest at an incredible rate spread out in a line. As I landed, I heard the sounds of battle echoing across the forest as Grimly Grouse’s wolves collided with mine. This wasn’t going to be pretty. I changed back into my mage form as soon as my feet touched the ground and immediately fired a