Joel sat on the back patio. He sniffed the air, searching for any hints of witches besides Gail or her aunt. The only witch scents he detected in the air came from them. The coven didn’t even come close to the house. If they weren’t spying on them, what did the coven do during this time? He hoped his brother and friends were still safe.
Joel heard Gail from the kitchen making her way out into the backyard. He whined, hearing her aunt following her. “But why do you want to come?” Gail asked as she joined Joel out on the patio. Her aunt followed behind her.
“Well, to help you, of course,” her aunt replied. “It’s been a few weeks now. I figured you wouldn’t mind the company.” Her tone took on an edge of hurt, but with one sniff, Joel could tell the hurt didn’t go farther than her voice. What did Gail’s aunt have up her sleeve?
Gail sat, crossed legged. She ran her fingertips over the blades of grass, trying to decide if she should ask Joel what was wrong or not. Ever since she’d come back that morning, he’d been distant and quiet. Even now they had taken their habitual walk to the forest clearing, Joel laid in the grass, looking up at the sky. He hadn’t said more than a handful of words to her. Something upset him, but she hesitated to ask what in case he might be mad at her. Gail didn’t think she had done anything wrong. Perhaps it was about her going off with her aunt that morning, but Joel agreed to stay behind. Or perhaps he only said that to get on his aunt’s good side and expected Gail to insist that he go with them? She clasped her hands together, twisting her fingers. She would never figure it out if she didn’t speak up. Gail sighed and looked down at a small patch of dandelions next to her.
Gail walked back to the house with Joel. The entire time, thinking about how she was going to talk to her aunt about her parents. If Aunt Rose didn’t know the details, she had to at least could tell them how her parents knew Joel’s family. However, as soon as they got into the house, Aunt Rose handed Gail her cell phone, looking angry.“It’s his people,” she said, glancing down at Joel.Joel perked up back in his husky form. ‘They’re calling? Something wrong?’Gail took the phone and held it up to her ear. “Hello?”“Is this the witch who has my brother?” A familiar male voice demanded.“I don’t have him, but yes, Joel is here.&rdqu
Gail’s mind battled with the reality that Joel was going to leave her soon. Also, she couldn’t get angry at the fact. His pack and werewolves needed him. She refused to get depressed over it, either. Gail would not be the type of girl to mope over a guy, even if that guy was as incredible as Joel. She also didn’t want him to feel guilty for leaving. It had to be done and Gail would do her best to make it easier for him when the time came. “Everything okay? You’ve been quiet since we left,” Joel asked, his fingers drumming against the passenger side door. He was still human, and if the past had anything to show, he would be for almost another hour still. “Yeah, everything is as it should be,” she told him, then added for good measure, “It was interesting being the one that people suspected.” “They mean
Gail was going to put herself first. Just like her aunt told her to. She waited for Joel to wake up from his nap and told him her plan. ‘Should I be there? I mean, perhaps it’s best if it was just the two of you.’ “We’re talking about your family, too. You should come,” Gail told him. ‘Alright, let’s go then.’ He followed her downstairs and into her aunt’s office. “We need to talk,” Gail said as soon as she walked into the room. Her aunt looked up from the laptop on her desk and stood. She walked around the desk and asked, “Talk? What about?” Her tone sharpened when she saw Joel. “Oh, you’re here then I can only imagine.” “Aunt Rose,” Gail said, matching her stern tone.
‘Sorry, I didn’t think she would react like that,’ Joel said, sitting at Gail’s feet and glancing back at the door. “Yeah, no kidding. Neither did I,” Gail admitted. “What did you say to her?” ‘Nothing that warranted that reaction.’ Wow. That explained everything. Gail crossed her arms and looked down at him. “Meaning?” ‘I just told her how I feel and as you saw, she didn’t like it.’ “What are you feeling?” Gail repeated. What did that mean? And why did her aunt react like that? “And that means?” She let some of her irritation at his evasiveness show through. ‘Just what I said. It’s not important. What is important is you don’t believe I would do any of tha
Gail sat in an overstuffed chair of the library, her legs hanging over the side. She was still in her pajamas, having woken up long before the sun rose. Gail stared at the three photographs. She couldn’t shake the feeling that if she looked at them long enough, they would tell her everything she needed about the past. Gail knew it was stupid, but that sensation had caused her a restless night. By her father’s beard, these photographs had to be taken within the year or so of their death. Her dad had started growing it out a year earlier and at the time of his death, it had only just became something that looked like an actual beard. Her dad was cursed with, as he called it, a baby face and he wanted to grow out the beard to look more ‘manly’. Gail remembered he was talking about letting it grow super long, so when he went gray, he’d look like a real wizard.
Gail’s elation at breaking the curse vanished when she saw her aunt. Closing the book she was reading, Aunt Rose stood. Her expression pinched and Gail had never seen her aunt with a frown so big. “Hey, Aunt Rose, I got some good news.”Aunt Rose crossed her arms, giving her a down right glacial glare. “Do you now? Which good news is that? That you ignored me and broke the werewolf’s curse and now you have made yourself a threat to Ricinius or the fact that you ignored me and got emotionally entangled with the werewolf.”“Uhm, I was going to tell you about the curse,” Gail replied. “Why are you so mad?”Aunt Rose scoffed. “Why am I so mad? Why? Have you not been listening to me at all lately, Galiena Faye Palmer?”
Gail went upstairs to look for Joel when a strange warmth filled her. Gail paused, rubbing her arms and trying to free them from the sensation. It lasted only a second before it was gone. She shook her head, figuring it must have been one of her aunt’s protection spells. Perhaps she was reinforcing them in expectation of trouble from the coven, since she was so convinced that Ricinius would know that she broke the curse.Much to Gail’s irritation, Joel wasn’t in his room. Her irritation turned to anger when she didn’t find him anywhere in the house. Where was he? Why did he choose now of all times to be difficult to find?Gail finally found him in the yard, picking cherry tomatoes right off the bush and eating them. That, too, fueled Gail’s anger. She doubted he asked her aunt to pick those tomatoes. Extremely rude, if you as
The order of the alpha soured the party for Gail, so she left her plate and go back inside. Where was she going to go? She had about twenty-four hours to figure that out. Going back through the house to her room, Gail thought about her plan to go east. Perhaps she should keep that plan. It was better than nothing, anyway. She almost reached her room when she heard Joel call her name. He hurried up to the stairs, toward her. “Hey, you okay? Why did you leave the party?” She knew Joel wouldn’t have liked the warning the other alpha gave her. So she gave him a small smile with a nod. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just wasn’t feeling very festive.” “Right,” he said, walking over to her. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the talk you had with Christopher, would it?” Gail’s ey
Gail woke up in a strange room. Her heart raced with panic until she noticed a note on the nightstand next to her.Gail, don’t freak out. You’re in Alpha Christopher’s pack house. When you’re ready, just tell the first person you come by to get me. Love Joel.She smiled as she read the note and looked around the room. It was minimal, but tastefully decorated. Perfect for guests, she assumed. Throwing back the covers, Gail got up out of the bed and looked at the window. She expected to be surrounded by woods, but she saw a neat little neighborhood. It reminded her a lot of the cul-de-sac she lived in before Ricinius blew up her house. By the sunlight, she assumed it was early afternoon.Still wearing the clothes she had been before, Gail ventured out of the room. Sounds of a party greete
“No,” Aunt Rose said, lifting her chin. “I’ve worked too hard, made too many sacrifices for this. You will not ruin this for me!”“You’re insane,” Gail said, not only to her aunt but to herself in an attempt to ease some of the pain of her aunt’s betrayal. “Whatever you are trying to do, you’re going to do it without me. I’m not your slave or your pet.” When Gail took off the leather from her wrists, her aunt screamed and threw her hands towards Gail.The wave of magic knocked Gail off her feet. She hit the floor hard, knocking the air out of her. The threads of magic that formed the charm tried to weave together again, but Gail called up her magic and with the boost from Joel, she tore through the remnants of the charm. Getting up, Gail ripped the bands of leather off her wrists. &ld
Pain thrummed through Gail. Her head pounded as if someone had hit her over the head with a hammer repeatedly. Sweat ran down her face, pebbled all over her body, but she was cold. So cold the blood flowing from her nose felt hot against her skin. Joel’s resistance surprised her. After how easy the first alpha had been, like snuffing out a candle, she expected Joel to be the same. But he fought, and at first it gave her hope. Maybe he might stop this. Perhaps he was strong enough to break the charm.As they fought, Gail realized that the only thing that would break was her. Before all this, using her magic always exhausted her. Gaining control over her magic and all that practice didn’t change that. Despite the magic and life Gail stole from Ricinius, Gail had used most of her energy already. Controlling Ricinius’ werewolves, fighting with Joel had been too much. He was really a true alpha, but the charm wouldn’t allow her to giv
“Everyone, but Joel, took a collective step back as Christopher laid where he’d fallen. Ice slid through Joel as he stared up at Gail. He had no idea how she did it, but Rose was controlling her like Ricinius had controlled the werewolves. How could Rose do something like this? To her own family? He looked over at Gail, searching for something that would tell him what kind of spell her aunt had her under. As soon as he saw the braided leather on both her wrists, he knew that was it. If he took those off Gail, would she be free of the spell? That sounded like it would be much easier said than done. “How could you do that to her?” Joel demanded, tearing his eyes from Gail to Rose. “She’s your niece. You were supposed to protect her!” “She is protected,” Rose said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Gail will nev
It took much more time than Joel would’ve liked for Christopher to organize his people and get them moving; and then their numbers weren’t even close to what Joel suggested he take with them. With what was left of Joel’s pack and what Christopher was bringing, they were only twenty-five strong. From what he’d seen from the attacks on Gail and her house, Ricinius had a lot over twenty-five.He tried to convince the alpha to bring more wolves with them, but Christopher was completely underestimating the threat of the coven. When Joel tried to push the matter, he only reinforced the alpha’s stubbornness. Afraid to make things worse, Joel dropped it and left the pack house with the others. They left in six cars. Joel, his mother, and friends got in one car together.“This isn’t good,” he told the others as they
Gail sat in the passenger side car of her car as her aunt drove. Aunt Rose wrinkled her nose as she sat down. “I don’t see why you clung to this vehicle so much. It’s a piece of junk.” Her aunt smiled over at her. “But that’s all about to change. You’ll see, Gail. You will be living life more fitting of your station.” Though she could only sit there motionless, Gail would’ve scowled. Fitting her station? It seemed like her aunt had been reading too many of those periodic romances.
“What do you think he’s going to do?” Elijah asked as they drove back to Christopher’s territory. “The witches are on the move,” Joel told him, his stomach twisting with worry and fear. Gail was under another spell. Was it her aunt or was it the coven? Was there even a distinction between the two? Had her aunt always been working for Ricinius and biding her time until Joel was no longer there to protect Gail? “How can you be so sure?” Lucas asked from the back seat. “I’m sure because Gail is missing. If she had gone back willingly, Gail would’ve never left that house. She understood the other witches would drain her. Gail would’ve stayed. They have her and they’ll drain her so the leader can steal her power and use it against us. We need to act before they do.” “Or p
“Wait,” Joel’s mother called out to him. She hurried behind him, trying to catch up.“What? Why?” he asked, stopping and waiting for her.“If something did indeed bad happen to her, then you shouldn’t go off running in blindly,” she told him. “And you most certainly shouldn’t go alone.”“I doubt the alpha would help me find her.”“Oh, there is no chance of him helping you there,” his mother agreed. “However, there is your brother and your friends.”“Elijah?” Joel repeated skeptically. “He thinks I’m being stupid worrying about her. I should focus only on the pack.”