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Temptations of The Coven Chapter Nine
Teleporting home after a good hex was like stretching out in sun-warmed sheets with a glass of wine and no responsibilities. I landed dead center in my living room, boots hitting the pentagram with a soft thump, still riding the high of victorious chaos. The cottage welcomed me like a satisfied co-conspirator—smelling faintly of dried herbs, lavender, wet dog, and smug satisfaction.The smile on my face could’ve powered a small village.“Oh, that was glorious,” I sighed in a whisper, spinning once on my heel like a tipsy dancer.I still reeked of vinegar and supernatural disobedience. One of the jars had broken in my satchel—oops—but it was worth every drop of rot. The look on Niklaus’ face? Priceless. The faint vampire shrieking in the distance? Music to my ears. I had probably started a fashion crisis. Maybe even a furniture-burning. Perfection.“You smell like war crimes.”A gruff voice came from the couch.I blinked toward the shadows—and there he was, wide awake.Dylan.Sitting
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I should have been sleeping.That was the plan. Sort of. Maybe. If I were the kind of witch who tucked herself in at a responsible hour and let chaos rest for the night.I am absolutely not that witch, and I had errands.By the time the moon had tucked itself behind a few lazy clouds, I was up to my elbows in a crate of foul-smelling jars, humming softly as I evaluated each one like an apothecary judging a wine cellar.“Too runny… too fresh… ah, there you are,” I cooed, pulling a dusty jar from the back of the crate and holding it up to the moonlight.Rotten garlic.Soft, collapsing cloves floating in an amber liquid I wouldn’t dare name aloud. It smelled like a graveyard’s bad breath—and it was perfect.From the couch, I heard a low, groggy voice. “What are you doing?”I didn’t turn. “Sleeping.”A pause. Then, deadpan: “You’re whispering to a jar.”“That’s not just any jar,” I said, tucking it into a canvas satchel already filled with various questionable substances. “That’s year-old
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The teleportation spell landed with a satisfying thump against my floorboards, my boots scuffing the worn wood as I stepped into my quiet, sun-drenched cottage.Home.My garden boots were muddy. My cardigan smelled faintly of damp moss and rosemary. I was half sure my braid contained at least one dried leaf from the plants I’d just harvested. And honestly? I loved it.The coven had sent word for more herbs—again—despite half the council pretending they didn’t use my supply. I’d harvested bundles of mugwort, moon lavender, and a small clutch of feverfew (because Darcy had been getting headaches and absolutely refused to admit it).I’d strung the bundles upside down on the overhead drying lines. They danced gently in the breeze through the open windows like they were part of some secret forest ballet.I even threw vegetables and fresh herbs into a large pot inside my fireplace for dinner. Dylan disappeared before sunrise with a messenger wolf. It was...weird to drink coffee on the porch
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The moment our feet touched earth, the forest changed.No longer tame, no longer curious—this part of the woods watched. The air grew heavier, pulsing with that raw, territorial magic that lived in the marrow of every pack-bonded creature.Before we even stepped past the stone markers, they arrived.Three wolves materialized from the underbrush like they’d been waiting all morning. Enormous, fur bristling, they moved with slow, calculated menace. One—a sandy-furred brute with scars around his snout—let out a low warning growl that curled around my spine.I raised my hands. “He’s invited. Don’t get bitey.”Another wolf—a sleek, dark gray one with clouded eyes—stepped closer to Dylan, sniffing him from a polite distance that still screamed you don’t belong here.I was about to speak again when a calm, unshakable voice cut through the forest like a blade through silk.“Stand down.”The wolves froze, instantly stepping back with heads lowered.From between two massive pines stepped a man
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That night, I didn’t sleep.Not from fear. Not really.More like the kind of restless anticipation that curls up at the base of your spine and whispers everything might unravel tomorrow. My room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a spellstone in the corner. I lay on my side, eyes fixed on the shadows that danced across the ceiling as the moonlight slipped through the slats in the shutters.The pack would come for him. That was the plan. Formal invitation. Proper introduction. Set him on the path he never asked to walk.It made sense. It was the smart thing. The right thing.So why did it feel like I’d just agreed to hand over a bird with wet wings and no clue how high he could fly?I stared at the wall. What if the pack rejected him? What if they saw him as weak—feral—and chose punishment over patience? What if they didn’t explain the laws so much as beat them into him? He didn’t know the rituals. The expectations. The history. He didn’t even know how to hide his claws when angry.
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By the time the meeting finally ended, I was convinced we could’ve planned a small coup and finished faster. My brain felt like a scrambled potion—too many ingredients, not enough filtering, and just a hint of burning regret.Dragging my boots along the forest path, I muttered curses to the breeze. Babysitter. Peacemaker. They might as well have branded my forehead with “Designated Adult.” I could already feel the future migraines brewing like one of Brenna’s overzealous vials.When I reached the cottage, everything seemed...off. The herbs swayed unnaturally. The windows looked too clean. And there was a muffled sound—half-yell, half-whimper—coming from above.I squinted.And sure enough, there he was.The rogue werewolf was dangling halfway up the old sycamore tree in my front yard, clinging for dear life to a branch that was never meant to support full-grown men. His eyes were wide with panic, his legs tucked up as if the ground was lava.“What in the seven hells...?”He spotted me
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