LOGINBECCA'S POVThe antique shop in the city was nothing like Mrs. Wonders's place back in Crestfall. Where that one had been dark and mysterious, dripping with a dark dull vibe and secrets, this location was bland—almost sterile. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in a harsh white glow that made my head ache. Shelves lined the walls in neat rows, each item carefully labeled and priced. It looked more like a storage facility than a magical repository.I hated it on sight."Your mom had two very different approaches to business," I muttered, watching Skye lock the front door and flip the sign to "CLOSED."He glanced back at me, and I caught a grief tighten his face. "Mom always said the city shop was for paying bills. The Crestfall shop was for paying debts." He paused, his hand still on the door. "I never really understood what she meant."The weight of everything that had happened washed al
BECCA'S POVTime seemed to slow as the massive black wolf launched itself through the air, its red eyes blazing with mindless fury. Every moment felt vivid and lengthy and burned itself into my brain with temerity—the way moonlight gleamed off its fangs, the droplets of saliva that sprayed from its jaws, the sound of its claws cutting through the air toward my face."BECCA!" Skye's shout broke through my paralysis.He tackled me from the side, both of us hitting the ground hard just as the wolf's claws whistled through the space where my head had been. We rolled, dirt and grass filling my mouth, my injured arm screaming in protest. The canvas bag of wolfsbane roots scattered across the ground.The wolf landed with a thud that shook the earth, immediately spinning around for another attack. Its movements were wrong—too fluid, too coordinated. This wasn't the mindless beast I'd feared. Lyssa was controlling it like a puppet, using Cole's body terrifyingly."The house!" I screamed, grabb
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: BECCA'S POVWe arrived at my house in a cacophony of screeching tires and frenzied movements. Sam hadn't even fully stopped the car before I was fumbling with the door handle, my good hand clumsy with exhaustion and blood loss. The protective wards hummed as we crossed the property line—a sensation like walking through warm honey that made my witch instincts sing with recognition.Home. Safety. But also the place where all my problems with my mother festered like an open wound."Get inside, quickly," my mother commanded, her voice sharp with urgency. She practically shoved us through the front door, her hands already moving in complex patterns as she reinforced the wards. Purple light flared around the doorframe, the windows, even seeping up from the foundation. "There. Nothing can get through now. Not without me knowing about it."I stumbled into the living room, my legs finally giving out. I collapsed onto the white and blue sofa—the one I'd thought was hideous wh
BECCA'S POVI sped towards Mrs. Wonder's shop at full throttle, throwing both caution and all sense of self-preservation to the wind.By my side sat Cole, his face set like flint and his body oozing spear-tipped focus. He said nothing, but I could tell a thousand thoughts were churning through his mind at once. I let my eyes linger on him for a moment, then focused on the road again, uncomfortable with the awkward silence in the vehicle.Sam must have read my mind, speaking in a low tone that broke the silence from the backseat."Becca, can you please slow down? We're no use to anyone if we crash."Cole glanced in my direction, his eyes clearly urging me to ignore Sam's voice of reason and continue in my current line of action. Ignoring Sam's voice, I continued speeding along the road as townspeople yelled at me with obscene hand signs and berating voices."Becca! Slow down!""I don't think you understand our situat
COLE'S POVBecca and I found Sam in the library, hunched over a chemistry textbook but clearly uniterested in reading it. Her eyes kept darting toward the entrance, and her leg bounced nervously under the table. When she saw us approach together, her eyes widened with a blend of relief and confusion."What's going on?" she whispered as we slid into seats on either side of her. "Pearl is telling everyone that you and Cole hooked up and that you've been planning to steal him from her this whole time. Beatrice is backing her up, and half the school is choosing sides. It’s World War Teen out there.""Let them," Becca said, surprising both me and Sam. "We have bigger problems than trivial high school drama."Sam looked between us, taking in our serious expressions. "Okay, now you’re scaring me. What going on?""How much do you believe in the supernatural?" I asked bluntly.Sam blinked. "Like ghosts and stuff? I mean,
BECCA'S POVCole led me to an empty classroom at the far end of the building—one that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Dust particles danced in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the grimy windows, and the desks were stacked haphazardly against one wall. He checked the hallway before closing the door behind us and leaning against it, arms crossed over his chest."Start talking," he said, his voice low and steady, but I could hear the edge of urgency beneath it.I paced the small space, my heels clicking against the worn linoleum floor. Where did I even begin? With the spell? With my mother? With the fact that I'd apparently opened some kind of gateway to hell?"I cast a love spell," I blurted out, then immediately felt stupid. It sounded so trivial, so teenage-girl-with-a-crush pathetic when I said it out loud.Cole's expression didn't change. "On me?""Yes, on you," I admitted, refusing to look away even th







