Demetria stared ahead as they had lunch as if nothing happened. Jack and Ivory chuckled over some nonchalant conversation about their childhood. The house felt calm and quiet, too quiet for Demetria's liking.What she would do to be in her bed with her cat curled up at her feet. A nice mug of hot chocolate in one hand and a murder mystery in the other.She hoped Kitty was okay, and hopefully, Kerry or Jane was feeding him. Maybe they'd find the will in her garden, or her important shoebox of things hidden under the floorboard.She figured none of it mattered. They were just things, things that wouldn't be taken with her to the next life. Things that she wasn't sure Jane or Kerry would even care about."Demetria, you've hardly touched yourfood," Jack said, gesturing toward her plate. "Do you not like shepherd's pie?"Demetria cringed. "I don't eat meat often."Ivory wrinkled her nose. "You're one of those new age witches, huh? Well, it sucks for you, because you're missing out." Ivory
Kerry watched Cynthia walk past him in the living room of his home, as if she wasn't the answer to all of his problems. She stopped at the door, a quizzical look on her face. "Are you coming?" she asked.He nodded. "Yeah, of course, I'm just shocked to see you. I'm glad you came."She smirked. "Of course. You all did release me when I was in need of saving. What would God do to me if I didn't return the favor?""Right. Well," he said, clearing his throat. "I shifted back there, and left it on the ground. "I'm sure one of the other wolves grabbed it.""Let's go then."Kerry walked Cynthia toward the pack house, where obvious chaos was happening inside.Numerous wolves yelled and screamed at one another, arguing about what Kerry assumed was the hellhounds.Alpha Davis voice broke through the chaos as Kerry stepped onto the front porch. "Everyone shut up. We're not going to do this today. We will find this witch so she can help us save Demetria and be done with this. I don't care about
Demetria pressed her ear against the wall of her room, and listened.Ivory and Jack had been in his room for hours. After Demetria heard his loud dramatic roar, after realizing the hellhounds didn't work, Demetria raced back upstairs, and sat on her bed.That was hours before. She figured, since she was trapped in some type of magic bubble, that he wouldn't care if she went downstairs and searched for something to eat.She needed to keep her strength up in case there was a chance of her escaping. The sun had descended, and she took pride in knowing Jane and the pack made it through another day.The pure joy she'd had laying on her bed, staring at the vaulted ceiling, knowing they defeated the hellhounds. She chuckled to herself, knowing it must have knocked Ike down a few pegs.His door, down the hallway, opened a few minutes later, and he jerked her door open. He looked distraught. His normally perfectly quaffed hair was down his shoulders, not brushed or tamed."Are you hungry?" he
“Knock on her door”, Kerry’s wolf insisted for the fifth time.Kerry groaned, and covered his eyes with his forearm. He'd been hoping to hear Cynthia get up, so he could ask her how everything was going, but the house had been quiet all morning.Not that his wolf hadn't demanded he get up for the past forty minutes. Slowly, Kerry got out of bed, and took a shower, giving her plenty of time to make an appearance. He walked out of his room, tugging on a t-shirt and jumped when he saw her sitting at the bar.He stopped. "How long have you been up?"She smiled, stirring what he assumed was coffee in one of his mugs. "Hours."He hissed beneath his breath. "I didn't hear you get up, so I took my time. I've been dying to know if you've come up with anything." Kerry walked around, and poured himself a cup of coffee, trying to keep his eagerness from turning pushy."Any luck on the sand?" he asked from across the bar.Cynthia's smile faltered, and she sighed heavily. "Yeah, and it's not good n
Demetria's dreams had become her only solace.She'd never been the person to have vivid dreams and remember them, but recently she prayed for an escape. Maybe by some chance, she'd find a way out through her mind.Her magic didn't seem to work in her dreams, but maybe one day Ike would slip up, and she'd be able to make a run for it. One could hope.She fell asleep, waiting for Dom to show up and save her. It wasn't as if she planned to sneak out of her room and search for him. It didn't seem like a good idea, especially since Jack seemed to be intent on destroying her sooner rather than later, and could easily wake up.She'd wait-as if she had another choice.The dream pulled her from reality and into a beautiful autumn day. It was her favorite time of the year. The cool breeze, and the colorful leaves, all made her feel like a kid at Christmas again.Demetria walked further toward the river, closing her eyes once she made it to the bridge, enjoying the breeze against her skin. The d
Her scent lingered as Kerry was sucked from Demetria's arms and back into his bedroom. He gasped loudly, his palms slamming against the mattress and his head spinning. He leaned over the bed, trying to regain himself, but vomit pushed up his throat.He wasn't sure if it was from the hurt his wolf was experiencing or the aftermath of being tossed into a different dimension. It didn't make Kerry any difference. Either way, he hurt deep down.Seeing her, holding her, knowing she missed him and wanted him. It all avalanches down on his heart, bruising it even more than before, which seemed impossible. How could he possibly hurt any more than he already did? Could he go through any more torment before his wolf broke into a million pieces? He wasn't sure.Kerry fell to the floor, onto all fours, and let his head hang low as he coughed to catch his breath. Cynthia walked over and bent down beside him."You're going to be okay. It's just a little side effect."Kerry sat back on his knees and
Demetria ate with a smile on her face. The pasta Jack made tasted like Heaven after that dream with Kerry. At first, she assumed it was just that ... a dream.But she'd never dreamed so vividly. His dark eyes and blond hair. It felt like the first time she saw him on her porch again. The instant knowing of her mate being near. He'd tasted so masculine, and she loved the feeling of his arms around her.Everything about the dream, other than Jack ruining it, was perfect. She couldn't wait to go to sleep again. She prayed he would come back to her again. She'd never been so happy for Kerry to meet another witch in her life. Thankfully they'd saved Cynthia from the Lycan King because they needed her help desperately.Jack slammed his cup down loudly and knocked Demetria out of her daze."What's going on with you today?" he asked, bracing both palms on the counter between them.Demetria took a slow bite. "What do you mean? I'm just eating-""No," he said sharply. "I'm not talking about tha
Jane lifted a light brow toward her hairline and smirked. "You want me to climb the tree and capture the bird?"Cynthia smiled. "I do. Kerry seems to think that you deserve to take out the bird and wants the warlock to see you do it."Jane leaned against the railing of the porch and smiled up at the tree where the lyrebird watched. "I'm down for that. What's the plan?"Cynthia lifted a satchel and shook it. "I have everything to perform our spell, and once the bird is focused on us, you'll climb the tree and use this knapsack to capture it."Jane took the empty knapsack and looped the strap around her wrist. "Do we think this is going to work?" Jane asked. "As badly as I hate to admit it, I think the bird is smarter than we think."Cynthia shrugged. "It's worth a shot," she suggested. "Let's go ahead and head down there."Kerry fell in step behind the girls as they chatted. Cynthia had a way about her that made everyone seem special and important. Kerry didn't mind having her around