As soon as I hear the voice, I spin around and some sort of dust is blown in my face and next thing I know my body flies backwards. Slamming into the wall and causing a sharp pain to go from my spine to the back of my head.I yank at the invisible chains locking me to the wall, but it’s useless. I’m trapped.I look up and see a girl, I would say she’s barely even twenty. Short pixie cut with ginger hair. Sharp jawline and eyes so dark, they look black.She tilts her head to look at me. While I try to contact anyone, but I can’t.A smile slowly grows on her face as she continues to study me.“You can keep trying, but no one will be able to hear you. They can’t even feel that you’re in trouble. You’re cut off from everybody, even your wolf.” She looks down at the table and grabs a small bottle full of powder and looks at it like it's her prized possession. “This powder is quite amazing.” She says as she begins studying the powder with a creepy smile.I look around the room and see a tab
‘Liam’ I hear her worried voice in my head, right before I feel the connection cut off.‘Amy?’ Nothing.‘Amy!’ Nothing.I was already on my way home anyway and the last place I know she was, was in the office, working on the funerals with Dallas and Nick.My foot slams down on the pedal and I race the rest of the way home.Walker looks over at me concerned, “What’s going on?” He asks, and my gaze turns to him. “Hopefully, I’m overreacting. I can’t get Amy through mind-link.” I explain to him, and he goes silent for a moment.I look over at him to see if he was able to and with a slight shake of his head, I know he isn’t able to either.Goddess, please let me be overreacting.Maybe she just cut the link. But why would she call for me, then cut the link?The car comes to a screeching halt outside the house, Walker and I are out of the car instantly, barely letting the car be put in park before we race for the house.I run up the stairs and into the office, the office door standing open
My whole bodies feels numb as I plan the funeral of four people that have no body for us to say goodbye too.The past few days have just been running through the motions and praying we can figure this out before anyone else around here falls pray to the monster doing this.Liam is out with Walker dealing with pack business, Dallas is asleep in Liam’s chair, while Nick sits in front of me, eyeing Dallas sadly.I look up from the papers on my desk and watch him, watch Dallas. “Nick.” I whisper, not wanting to wake Dallas up. “Hum?” He hums to me, then looks over at me slowly, like it’s hard for him to take his eyes off of Dallas.“Your worried.” I state and he takes a deep breath and finally, nods. “I love you, Aims and I love Liam, and I understand why he wants to keep both of you safe. I get it. But who’s keeping him safe? Who’s making sure he comes home to me when this is all over?” He asks, staring into my soul.I look over at Dallas and open my mouth, but no words come out, because
Hazel considers what I’m asking for a minute before answering. “Yes, but only to a certain extent. Only small spells, maybe a locator spell or some sort of blood magic. Things even the humans could do if they found the right books, but…” She stops and looks at me sadly. Like she knows her answer won’t be what I’m wanting. “A wolf couldn’t be doing this, Amy. Only a witch and a powerful one at that. I’m talking dark magic, stronger than me. Stronger than most.” She answers and I close my eyes.“Using dark magic is dangerous. It’s what created your dad, it’s something no self-respecting witch would consider. Maybe a desperate one though.” Hazel says cryptically.I shake my head, refusing her explanation. We’re dealing with dark magic. Again! I barely survived last time; I don’t want to have to do this again.Liam stands and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his chest. He holds me tightly, not saying a word, just comforting me.There’s nothing to say. None o
No. No. No. No.This can’t be happening.No!Dallas sets me down outside the house on the grass next to the porch and I instantly fall to my knees.Dallas glances between me and the house, as if debating between the two, but he settles on me, and I know why.Because there’s no way there’s anything in there to save.‘Amy? Dallas? What’s wrong?’ Liam’s booming voice reaches through the mind-link, his fear evident as the mate bond alerts him to my distress.It must be dire, because it takes risk of life for that to happen unless your switch is turned on so they can feel everything. Which mine is not.My eyes squeeze shut, as if I can pretend this is all a dream and I didn’t just walk in on what I know I did,Red mist coats my vision and scream rips from my throat. “No!!” I scream, my body falling to the ground, like I can’t get a grip on the reality in front of me.“Amy. Come on. We need to go.” Dallas pleads, trying to pull me up, but I refuse.He pulls me up and I yank from his hold.
We spent the rest of the day at the scene, going over everything with a fine-tooth comb.The door was unlocked, which in this pack isn’t that uncommon, but with the amount of threats the Matthews have received over the last fifteen years, I find it unlikely. Making me think it might be someone they knew.Mr. Matthews kept them in a drawer at the bottom of his desk. I sit there, with the drawer wide open, reading page after page of death threats and just horrible, horrible things.I find it hard to believe the people in my pack are this cruel, but most of them were about protecting me. Their Luna. Not that that makes it any better.A deep remorseful sigh leaves me, and I throw my head back against the desk, a letter sitting between my knees. All of this, even after my attempts to resolve the issue. It seems the whole pack had a problem with them.I feel Dallas’s presence walk closer to me and he sits down next to me, taking the letter from between my legs and skimming over the contents