A few days later, Kurt told Amelia to pack a bag for a weekend vacation. "Make sure you pack one of those cheeky swimsuits I got you," he said over the phone, his voice smooth and sensual. He was being cagey about the details, but Amelia didn't need any justification for a getaway with her lover, especially if it meant she got to give all her new bikinis a spin. With the election for Guardian Witch approaching, it was all anybody in her family spoke about, and she was so tired of listening to people say that a werewolf would be crowned Guardian this year. She knew Solaris would pass the title to Silvana, just as tradition would have it, and Amelia wanted no business in the political quarreling that swept every dinner table or afternoon tea chat. All Amelia wanted was to have fun, and the constant calls from Silvana were making that tough. Amelia loaded bags into the trunk of her car. She pressed her phone to her ear with her shoulder."Please Amelia," Silvana said, "if you s
Silvana banged on Bruce's front door.The lights were off in the house, and she shouted, "Bruce?! Kurt? Please open up. It's me."Tears laced her eyes, and as she continued to pound her fist to the door, she clenched her father's mysterious journal with her other hand. If what she had read was true, then she didn't have much time."Bruce, please!" Silvana sobbed. After knocking on the front door and throwing stones at each window of the dark house, Silvana crumpled to the grassy floor beside dead leaves, and she cried loudly to herself, grasping her father's journal and screaming out in despair.She called Bruce, then Amelia, both over and over, until she had no battery left, and her phone simply died. ************************Back at her house, Solaris entered the cellar, taking each step slowly with his cane. Inside and restrained on a metal table with thick straps was a struggling man with a white sheet over him. His hands, chest, and legs were clamped into place with mas
Silvana charged her phone in her car and drove around aimlessly listening to music. She felt alone, hurt, and confused, and as much as she wanted to address her father about his journal, she wasn't even entirely sure she was reading it properly, and she knew that she had violated his privacy, and shouldn't be reading it to begin with. And if she called him to ask about the journal, that meant she would have to accept the possibility that her father was capable of great evil, and she wasn't ready to make that leap yet. What she needed was a friend. Her phone reached enough charge to beep back to life and with the charge came a phone call. Silvana accepted and Amelia's voice rang through the car from the front console. "Oh my god, Sylvie," Amelia said, sounding like she'd just run a mile. "I'm so sorry I forgot to call you. You must be worried sick."Silvana sniffed and said, "It's okay. I know that you were going to see Kurt. I understand."On the other end of the call, Amel
"Here's what we'll do," Amelia said, tightening the belt of her robe and sticking her long brown hair into a messy bun. "I'll get the components for the spell prepared, and you, little Sylvie, fuel up on chocolate and wine." Silvana unwrapped a deliciously fragrant chocolate from the tray, then said, "I can agree to that." "Perfect," Amelia said, marching off. "And Kurt, you can freshen up the wine glass of our guest."Kurt winked at Amelia, stood up and chimed, "And I can agree to that. Let's do this." Amelia went to the garden outside and began collecting herbs and plants to be used in the spell. Kurt went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of blood red wine. He popped the cork and poured Silvana a hefty glass."Thanks," she said. "You kidding me," Kurt smirked. "You know you're practically like my sister."Silvana hadn't thought about how anything official would work with Bruce yet, but she knew that she'd stop at nothing until the wedding bells chimed and Bruce ca
Amelia set the bushels of freshly picked plants down on the chair that Silvana had fallen asleep in."Why did my little Sylvie just run off like that?" Amelia asked with real worry. Kurt held back a smile and pressed a hand to his red cheek. He acted as though the mark Silvana had left on him truly stung.Amelia felt the rage in her throat when she asked, "Kurt, did she slap you?" Kurt winced as Amelia pressed a hand to his cheek and said, "She did, but it's not like you think.""I think," Amelia said, placing her hands on her hips with the raging fireplace behind her, "that she better have a damn good reason for putting her hands on you."Kurt feigned worry, jumped to his feet, and hugged Amelia. His gentleness soothed her slightly and he told her, "Hey now, take it easy. This is a big misunderstanding.""I would hope so!" Amelia yelled.Kurt looked her in the eyes and with complete compassion and empathy said, "The most embarrassing thing happened. I was helping to get thos
"This can't be right," Silvana muttered, completely stunned. She reached her hand through the purple flames and grabbed the enchanted blue map. Silvana, Kurt, and Amelia gathered round as the flames dissipated and a blue dot sizzled on the parchment, serving as a beacon for Bruce's whereabouts."I must've done something wrong," Silvana said.Amelia quickly responded, "I think you did that expertly."Silvana chewed the inside of her cheek, crumpled up the parchment, and with a determined glance at the ring of wax declared, "Let's do it again."Amelia and Kurt plucked the necessary components from the garden, and on a new sheet of parchment, Silvana cast the same spell."Looks like it's saying the same thing," Kurt said, peering over Silvana's shoulder and examining the new magical map. "Maybe his phone broke and he's waiting for you to return home," Kurt suggested. "There's a good possibility he's waiting for you to come home with open arms," Amelia added.Silvana thought ab
Amelia woke up right at sunrise to Kurt's warm tongue between her legs. She moaned gently as she clasped the covers, warm and beyond comfortable in her getaway cabin. The smell of coffee downstairs in the kitchen swept throughout their romantic bedroom, and cascading sunlight across the tall snowy, forest trees peered past the window's blinds. Kurt cupped Amelia's thighs, then made fast, sweeping circles with his tongue on her clitoris. He skimmed his fingers up past the belt of her robe, untied it, and played with her large breasts while he worked her with his tongue.Amelia's life had become pure sexual heaven. She rested her hands on the back of Kurt's head and forced him even closer to her, and he made soft sucking noises as he breathed on her, not stopping for a second and making his tongue twist even faster."Oh babe," Amelia panted, digging her fingers into his hair, "You're so good. Just like that!"Amelia was waking up to round twelve. Or was it thirteen? Fourteen
The Silverclaw pack was waiting for Kurt when he pulled into the driveway of the same mansion that the werewolves had held their masquerade at. At least fifty men and women were gathered around the tall fountain depicting a pack of howling wolves with water streaming from their ferocious, open mouths. Some of the men and women stood blowing the steam from their takeaway coffees, and others bit into juicy breakfast sandwiches. Kurt went into absolute tough guy mode, slamming the door to his sports car and walking like a man on a mission to the fountain. He moved with such vitriol that other members of the pack parted for him, and in a swift movement, he jumped onto the base of the statue, then nonchalantly sat on one of the stone wolf carvings and spread his legs and arms as if he were sitting on a throne."The Meeting of Moons is officially in session," he grinned. "As our first order of business, we need to address the fact that our pack's Alpha has been missing for over a week