“Rosie! You are magical!!” Slone says slowly, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me with each word as we leave Evander’s house, new keys in hand.
“You just want to see magic everywhere,” I assure her. “I’m just me, Rosie Reid. Nothing special here.”
“I have been in this forest a THOUSAND times and not once have I found that trail.” She points to the dirt path that leads to Evander’s lush garden.
“OK,” I admit, shrugging, “Maybe I’m lucky….”
“And,” Slone continues, “You found us a place
[Axel] Conner, my wolf, is pacing anxiously in my head. "When is she going to get here?" "Heel boy," I say quietly to myself, my heart racing. We are both excited to see Rosalynd again. It's crazy, a girl I just met last night is already working her way under my skin. The last time Conner paced like this was the night we marked Alexa. Not that it mattered in the end. She still rejected us, and our son. I can smell her before I see her. I have grown accustomed to her scent, a blend of roses and jasmine, but as I turn to make sure it is her, I notice something has changed about it, or maybe just come into the foreground. Sage. She now has the unmistakable aroma of sage blended with the other two. "Witch." I breathe. "Mate" Conner howls. "No! It can't be. How can a witch be our second-chance mate? The pack would never accept a witch as Luna." "MATE!!" Conner insists. "We must have our mate! I will fight them all to keep her!" As I watch her approach, the wind playing w
[Rosalyn] I’m freezing my ass off standing outside a bar that is not ironically called The Goat that is so popular on a Saturday night that it has a line around the door. Apparently, Karaoke Night is a local favorite. I guess there isn’t a lot to do in a sleepy, country town like this, especially for college kids. There is no shortage of overpriced restaurants that close down before 8 p.m., but real hangouts are scarce. This is nothing like LA. Also nothing like LA, this weather. It is FREEZING. Well, not technically, but 57 degrees feels like winter when I’m used to 80+ degrees at night in summer, especially in late August. Apparently in Arcata, August often means fog and sometimes rain. They blame it on living next to the coast but I call bullshit. LA is near the coast too and it doesn’t fog over in August. Why did I move here again? Oh, yeah. I wrap my little red cloak around my shoulders a little tighter against the chill. I’m wearing a borrowed white velvet minidress fro
[Gideon] Her eyes, her intense sparkling eyes, are the first thing that catches my attention. Edged in red cat-eye frames, they are a startling blue-ringed with silver, not gray, silver. The next thing I notice is her aura, blue and violet ringed in bright silver like her eyes with a touch of warm orange-red: so much power, so much potential, so much untapped passion. What a shame. Because I’m not sure that this girl is worth my time. “You!” her face is turning red. I can tell she’s just as disappointed as I am. I smile. She’s adorable when she’s angry. “Coven Leader,” Slone bows. It's embarrassing watching this talentless girl grovel. How remarkable it is that Slone has a friend with so much power (a friend who is completely clueless about her true nature as a natural-born witch) when she has absolutely no power herself, but all the book knowledge of a proper witch? What an unlikely pair. And to think, based on what Slone expressed via text message, they have known each other fo
[Rosalynd] I pull my cloak around me tightly as I step out into the dark street. Luckily, Slone's place is an easy walk from here, even in this joke of a dress. That man, that Gideon, is infuriating. What an ass! I thought he was arrogant before, but now I'm convinced he is some kind of masochistic narcissist. It's a shame he is the leader of that little group, because those ladies deserve someone kinder and more considerate than he is--someone a little less self-centered. I tried so hard because I knew Slone wanted me to meet her friends but he reminds me so much of my mother, of her friends, and how they thought it was okay to make me feel small. I refuse to let anyone make me feel that low about
[Enchantra] He's coming tonight. I don't know how he found out, but somehow he knows. He knows that I lost her. I try to put myself together before he arrives, but it is of little use. My hands are shaking too much. I smear my eyeliner haphazardly across my face as I make a sorry attempt to fix my makeup after a long day of shooting. I know that without his favor I will lose everything. My beauty, my charm, and my success are all because of him and his influence and power. Without his "gifts," I'd still be that skinny kid on the docks selling herself for enough money to rent a room and buy a little food. I wouldn't be Enchantra Grey, small-screen siren, the face of late-night horror that everyone knows and loves. I am fully dressed when I go back into the bedroom. Hunter is still sleeping, wrapped up in my sheets. It was fun, for a while, messing around with him but now I'm just bored. The fun is gone now that we aren't sneaking around. He's pretty to look at and energetic in his
[Rosalynd] I am surprised by how easy it is to fall into step with the coven leader as he walks with me on the streets of Arcata. Gideon shortens his stride to match my own, walking next to me, his closeness almost too familiar and intimate. "What do you know about our people?" "Our people?" "Witches. Regardless of what you might think, and regardless of that cruel remark I made in the bar, you are a witch and a very powerful one at that." Pretending that his question isn't ridiculous, I reply "Well, since I didn't grow up around anything but fake TV witches, I have no idea. The only experiences I have are cinemat
[Slone] I would hate her a bit if she was not my best friend and if she were not one of the kindest, most sensitive, loving people I have ever known. I want to be happy for her, but how can I when I see she is getting everything I ever wanted to be offered to her moments after being introduced to MY coven? I’ve spent the last two years studying, and practicing my craft, only to have little to no results. The coven has been generous with me and has continued to allow me to study with them, but I have never been allowed into their innermost circle. And Gideon. All night he has been watching her with hungry eyes. Not just lust, hunger. There
[Rosalynd] When I closed the door behind me I felt surprisingly sober. Coven leader? Me? Did Gideon tell me that I have the potential to lead a coven? I’m not completely convinced I can trust him. There is something about him that doesn’t feel quite genuine. In many ways, his kindness and understanding are harder for me to understand and accept than his arrogance and contempt from before. The way he seemed to change personalities, like flipping a switch from harsh to caring, feels like a red flag for other behaviors. I will try to reserve judgment until I get to know him, and his coven better, but there is a tingle in the pit of my gut that is telling me to tread carefully, at least until I know more.