“How did that go?” Ben asked, holding me close as I tried my best to control my tears. I really didn’t want to let Starla’s mean comments get to me, but it hurt to have anyone yell such awful things at me, especially someone who I’ve tried so hard to be nice to. It’s all so wrong, it makes my heart ache, and I had no idea how to answer Ben’s question without making my tears even more prominent.
I sat up and swiped the single tear that had escaped off of my cheek. “That Starla is a bitch,” I said, trying to control my anger but not getting much of it under check. “I hate her.”
Ben gave me an empathetic look but then said, “Tell me how you really feel,” trying to get me to laugh. I appreciated the effort, I really did, but it didn’t work this time. “What happen
I don’t know how long I stared at Sam with my mouth hanging open, but it had to be several minutes. I could hardly believe what he was telling me was true. How could Starla be pregnant? I knew that Sam wouldn’t have ever slept with me if I wasn’t on birth control. I wanted to ask what sort of contraception they were using, but I didn’t because it seemed too personal, not my business, and a moot point. Instead, I just gaped at him, trying to comprehend what all of this would mean.It made kicking Starla out of the house I’d just made for her a lot more difficult, that was for certain. How could I possibly ask a scared, pregnant teenager to go out into the world and fend for herself? Or go back to the grandfather who’d hit her in the face because he didn’t like her dating Sam? I never would’ve thought I’d think that Mr. Hudson had a point, but I had to as
The forest has a way of calming me unlike any other place, any other person, in the world. So the next day, I spent a great deal of time sitting on my favorite stump, my eyes closed, feeling the forest’s power flow through me. Everything that had happened in the last few days had begun to accumulate inside of me, and my nerves were a wreck. After sitting outside for a few hours, I was beginning to feel a lot better about the situation with Ben. I still hadn’t come to terms with how Starla had treated me and how her delicate condition was going to affect the rest of the pack, but the more time I spent in the forest, the more I was reminded that we would all be okay.The crunching of feet on leaves and snow had me opening my eyes and peering off through the evergreen trees to see who was approaching. It wasn’t a cadence I recognized. When Starla stepped into my line of sight,
Things were weird at home, but it was almost Christmas, and that helped to take my mind off of all of the craziness with Starla and Sam. It also helped me not to think about Fionna, even though I got a new message almost every day from someone at the School for Mages who told me something about how insane she was acting. Most of the time, it was Kayla or Lluvia who lit my phone up with, “You’ll never guess what she did today!” but sometimes it was Sean or Liam. I always shared the messages from Liam with Ben so he’d know exactly what we were saying to one another, even though he constantly told me that he trusted me. I knew he was still worried about Liam, that something was going to happen to make me feel like I’d rather be with him than Ben, so I tried to keep my distance from Mr. Finch. It wasn’t that hard since he was on the other side of the ocean. After I told him what Maggie had said and what Brice had added
Francis Flamingo looked odd, standing in the snow wearing a bright pink cloak, the hood over her dark hair. Snowflakes accumulated on the fabric, making her look like a strange symbol of summer lost in a wintry mix.I took a few steps closer to her, Ben following me, even though I didn’t want to speak to her. I could tell by the way she was standing there on the sidewalk outside of a hardware store that she wanted to speak to me. She wouldn’t have stopped walking if she was just saying hi. “How are you?” I asked as I stepped back on the curb to match her height.“Not good, I’m afraid,” she said, shaking her head. “This is our first Christmas away from Fionna, and I’m not sure how it will go. I am missing her desperately.”I nodded. “I can understand t
Francis Flamingo didn’t look like the deranged tropical bird in a snowstorm she had a few moments ago now that I was hovering above her eye level and she had to look up to see my face. If anything, she looked more like a frightened child. I could certainly see the resemblance between her and Fionna, her own daughter, who had been terrified so many times in my presence, I wasn’t sure what to think of her parents. For all I knew, her off-balance existence might be because her parents were just awful to her.I didn’t have time to dig into the psychosis of the situation at the moment, though. I needed to set something straight. “Listen here, Mrs. Flamingo,” I said, refraining from wagging my finger in her face, but just barely. “You don’t get to threaten me or my pack. I’ve done more for you and your family than anyone else has, maybe ever, unless y
What was meant to be a fun day of giving back to our community was quickly becoming something else--a day full of conflict. I didn’t like that idea at all, but here Starla was, standing on my front porch, waiting for me.I tried not to make assumptions that she was there to mess with me, but after interactions we’d had recently, I had zero expectations of it being anything other than her here to gripe at me about something. “What’s up, Starla?” I said, the words practically falling out of my mouth in a sigh.“Hi, Harlow. Sam and I heard that you are helping some of the kids and elderly people in town with Christmas presents, and we want to help.”I could only stare at her, my mouth agape, for a few seconds. “You do?” I asked her. It didn’t sound to me
Shopping was so much fun! Even though Ben isn’t much of a shopper and usually doesn’t like this sort of thing, we had a great time picking out the toys for the kids and other items, like warm blankets, for the elderly people on our list. By the time we had collected everything we needed, including a ton of wrapping paper, and got it loaded back into the truck, it was snowing pretty hard outside. I wasn’t worried about us making it home safely because I could make sure that nothing happened to the truck, as I had that one time when Sam and I had almost gotten hit head on going to the jewelry store, but I was concerned for everyone else. I sent them a text telling them to be careful going home, and once we had Raven and Tony loaded up in the truck, we headed out. It would’ve been a tight fit if we hadn’t put everything in the back of the truck secured from the weather beneath a large tarp.
While the rest of the pack was at home wrapping presents and listening to Christmas music, probably sipping hot chocolate and eating fresh sugar cookies, Ben was driving me over to Francis Flamingo’s house so I could put the mage in her place. The entire way there, my hands were in fists as I seethed with anger. It wasn’t just that she had been so brazen as to try and attempt to mark my home as her territory, which is a huge threat against my pack and my forest, it was a disrespectful insult against my family, particularly my grandma, and I just wasn’t going to stand for it.Ben pulled his truck to a stop outside of her house, which was the same shade of sickening pink that she had colored our house with. As I reached for the door handle, his hand came down on my arm. “Are you sure you want to do this, Harlow?”&ldquo
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