Gail ran her fingers over the leather bound spines of the books. None of the golden embossed titles called to her as books that might help her break Joelโs curse. Residual anger still stewed deep in her stomach as she remembered her conversation with Aunt Rose. After all this time, only now did Gail discover her aunt had a small library filled with books about magic.
Perhaps if she had known about the library sooner, Gail might have been able to break Joelโs curse and avoid confessing her feelings to him. Two days had passed, and every time she was around Joel, the awkwardness was so thick it almost drowned her. Any time he started to say something, Gail would run out of the room, overwhelmed with an insane mix of fear and hope heโd tried to talk to her about it. As if she didnโt have enough to worry about, now this. It was all just too much. Gail needed to break this curse before she went insane.
Gail flipped through the old book with a sigh. โNothing in this one.โ โI didnโt think Iโd ever say this, but I agree with your aunt. It seems these books have nothing about your magic or my curse. Your magic is rare, so rare I am surprised that both your mother and you both had it,โ Joel told her, stretching out his front paws. โFine, okay,โ Gail said, closing the book and setting it to the side. โBut Iโm getting pretty good with my magic and using it how I want. Why havenโt I broken your curse yet?โ โI donโt know, but Iโm sure youโll figure it out.โ She sighed and shook her head. Gail wasnโt so sure she would. Not after all this time. Nothing new had come to her. She hadnโt made a single step towards coming closer to freeing Joel.
Joel sat on the back patio. He sniffed the air, searching for any hints of witches besides Gail or her aunt. The only witch scents he detected in the air came from them. The coven didnโt even come close to the house. If they werenโt spying on them, what did the coven do during this time? He hoped his brother and friends were still safe. Joel heard Gail from the kitchen making her way out into the backyard. He whined, hearing her aunt following her. โBut why do you want to come?โ Gail asked as she joined Joel out on the patio. Her aunt followed behind her. โWell, to help you, of course,โ her aunt replied. โItโs been a few weeks now. I figured you wouldnโt mind the company.โ Her tone took on an edge of hurt, but with one sniff, Joel could tell the hurt didnโt go farther than her voice. What did Gailโs aunt have up her sleeve?
Gail sat, crossed legged. She ran her fingertips over the blades of grass, trying to decide if she should ask Joel what was wrong or not. Ever since sheโd come back that morning, heโd been distant and quiet. Even now they had taken their habitual walk to the forest clearing, Joel laid in the grass, looking up at the sky. He hadnโt said more than a handful of words to her. Something upset him, but she hesitated to ask what in case he might be mad at her. Gail didnโt think she had done anything wrong. Perhaps it was about her going off with her aunt that morning, but Joel agreed to stay behind. Or perhaps he only said that to get on his auntโs good side and expected Gail to insist that he go with them? She clasped her hands together, twisting her fingers. She would never figure it out if she didnโt speak up. Gail sighed and looked down at a small patch of dandelions next to her.
Gail walked back to the house with Joel. The entire time, thinking about how she was going to talk to her aunt about her parents. If Aunt Rose didn’t know the details, she had to at least could tell them how her parents knew Joel’s family. However, as soon as they got into the house, Aunt Rose handed Gail her cell phone, looking angry.“It’s his people,” she said, glancing down at Joel.Joel perked up back in his husky form. ‘They’re calling? Something wrong?’Gail took the phone and held it up to her ear. “Hello?”“Is this the witch who has my brother?” A familiar male voice demanded.“I don’t have him, but yes, Joel is here.&rdqu
Gailโs mind battled with the reality that Joel was going to leave her soon. Also, she couldnโt get angry at the fact. His pack and werewolves needed him. She refused to get depressed over it, either. Gail would not be the type of girl to mope over a guy, even if that guy was as incredible as Joel. She also didnโt want him to feel guilty for leaving. It had to be done and Gail would do her best to make it easier for him when the time came. โEverything okay? Youโve been quiet since we left,โ Joel asked, his fingers drumming against the passenger side door. He was still human, and if the past had anything to show, he would be for almost another hour still. โYeah, everything is as it should be,โ she told him, then added for good measure, โIt was interesting being the one that people suspected.โ โThey mean
Gail was going to put herself first. Just like her aunt told her to. She waited for Joel to wake up from his nap and told him her plan. โShould I be there? I mean, perhaps itโs best if it was just the two of you.โ โWeโre talking about your family, too. You should come,โ Gail told him. โAlright, letโs go then.โ He followed her downstairs and into her auntโs office. โWe need to talk,โ Gail said as soon as she walked into the room. Her aunt looked up from the laptop on her desk and stood. She walked around the desk and asked, โTalk? What about?โ Her tone sharpened when she saw Joel. โOh, youโre here then I can only imagine.โ โAunt Rose,โ Gail said, matching her stern tone.
โSorry, I didnโt think she would react like that,โ Joel said, sitting at Gailโs feet and glancing back at the door. โYeah, no kidding. Neither did I,โ Gail admitted. โWhat did you say to her?โ โNothing that warranted that reaction.โ Wow. That explained everything. Gail crossed her arms and looked down at him. โMeaning?โ โI just told her how I feel and as you saw, she didnโt like it.โ โWhat are you feeling?โ Gail repeated. What did that mean? And why did her aunt react like that? โAnd that means?โ She let some of her irritation at his evasiveness show through. โJust what I said. Itโs not important. What is important is you donโt believe I would do any of tha
Gail sat in an overstuffed chair of the library, her legs hanging over the side. She was still in her pajamas, having woken up long before the sun rose. Gail stared at the three photographs. She couldnโt shake the feeling that if she looked at them long enough, they would tell her everything she needed about the past. Gail knew it was stupid, but that sensation had caused her a restless night. By her fatherโs beard, these photographs had to be taken within the year or so of their death. Her dad had started growing it out a year earlier and at the time of his death, it had only just became something that looked like an actual beard. Her dad was cursed with, as he called it, a baby face and he wanted to grow out the beard to look more โmanlyโ. Gail remembered he was talking about letting it grow super long, so when he went gray, heโd look like a real wizard.
The order of the alpha soured the party for Gail, so she left her plate and go back inside. Where was she going to go? She had about twenty-four hours to figure that out. Going back through the house to her room, Gail thought about her plan to go east. Perhaps she should keep that plan. It was better than nothing, anyway. She almost reached her room when she heard Joel call her name. He hurried up to the stairs, toward her. โHey, you okay? Why did you leave the party?โ She knew Joel wouldnโt have liked the warning the other alpha gave her. So she gave him a small smile with a nod. โOh yeah, Iโm fine. Just wasnโt feeling very festive.โ โRight,โ he said, walking over to her. โThat wouldnโt have anything to do with the talk you had with Christopher, would it?โ Gailโs ey
Gail woke up in a strange room. Her heart raced with panic until she noticed a note on the nightstand next to her.Gail, don’t freak out. You’re in Alpha Christopher’s pack house. When you’re ready, just tell the first person you come by to get me. Love Joel.She smiled as she read the note and looked around the room. It was minimal, but tastefully decorated. Perfect for guests, she assumed. Throwing back the covers, Gail got up out of the bed and looked at the window. She expected to be surrounded by woods, but she saw a neat little neighborhood. It reminded her a lot of the cul-de-sac she lived in before Ricinius blew up her house. By the sunlight, she assumed it was early afternoon.Still wearing the clothes she had been before, Gail ventured out of the room. Sounds of a party greete
“No,” Aunt Rose said, lifting her chin. “I’ve worked too hard, made too many sacrifices for this. You will not ruin this for me!”“You’re insane,” Gail said, not only to her aunt but to herself in an attempt to ease some of the pain of her aunt’s betrayal. “Whatever you are trying to do, you’re going to do it without me. I’m not your slave or your pet.” When Gail took off the leather from her wrists, her aunt screamed and threw her hands towards Gail.The wave of magic knocked Gail off her feet. She hit the floor hard, knocking the air out of her. The threads of magic that formed the charm tried to weave together again, but Gail called up her magic and with the boost from Joel, she tore through the remnants of the charm. Getting up, Gail ripped the bands of leather off her wrists. &ld
Pain thrummed through Gail. Her head pounded as if someone had hit her over the head with a hammer repeatedly. Sweat ran down her face, pebbled all over her body, but she was cold. So cold the blood flowing from her nose felt hot against her skin. Joel’s resistance surprised her. After how easy the first alpha had been, like snuffing out a candle, she expected Joel to be the same. But he fought, and at first it gave her hope. Maybe he might stop this. Perhaps he was strong enough to break the charm.As they fought, Gail realized that the only thing that would break was her. Before all this, using her magic always exhausted her. Gaining control over her magic and all that practice didn’t change that. Despite the magic and life Gail stole from Ricinius, Gail had used most of her energy already. Controlling Ricinius’ werewolves, fighting with Joel had been too much. He was really a true alpha, but the charm wouldn’t allow her to giv
โEveryone, but Joel, took a collective step back as Christopher laid where heโd fallen. Ice slid through Joel as he stared up at Gail. He had no idea how she did it, but Rose was controlling her like Ricinius had controlled the werewolves. How could Rose do something like this? To her own family? He looked over at Gail, searching for something that would tell him what kind of spell her aunt had her under. As soon as he saw the braided leather on both her wrists, he knew that was it. If he took those off Gail, would she be free of the spell? That sounded like it would be much easier said than done. โHow could you do that to her?โ Joel demanded, tearing his eyes from Gail to Rose. โSheโs your niece. You were supposed to protect her!โ โShe is protected,โ Rose said in a matter-of-fact tone. โGail will nev
It took much more time than Joel would’ve liked for Christopher to organize his people and get them moving; and then their numbers weren’t even close to what Joel suggested he take with them. With what was left of Joel’s pack and what Christopher was bringing, they were only twenty-five strong. From what he’d seen from the attacks on Gail and her house, Ricinius had a lot over twenty-five.He tried to convince the alpha to bring more wolves with them, but Christopher was completely underestimating the threat of the coven. When Joel tried to push the matter, he only reinforced the alpha’s stubbornness. Afraid to make things worse, Joel dropped it and left the pack house with the others. They left in six cars. Joel, his mother, and friends got in one car together.“This isn’t good,” he told the others as they
Gail sat in the passenger side car of her car as her aunt drove. Aunt Rose wrinkled her nose as she sat down. โI donโt see why you clung to this vehicle so much. Itโs a piece of junk.โ Her aunt smiled over at her. โBut thatโs all about to change. Youโll see, Gail. You will be living life more fitting of your station.โ Though she could only sit there motionless, Gail wouldโve scowled. Fitting her station? It seemed like her aunt had been reading too many of those periodic romances.
โWhat do you think heโs going to do?โ Elijah asked as they drove back to Christopherโs territory. โThe witches are on the move,โ Joel told him, his stomach twisting with worry and fear. Gail was under another spell. Was it her aunt or was it the coven? Was there even a distinction between the two? Had her aunt always been working for Ricinius and biding her time until Joel was no longer there to protect Gail? โHow can you be so sure?โ Lucas asked from the back seat. โIโm sure because Gail is missing. If she had gone back willingly, Gail wouldโve never left that house. She understood the other witches would drain her. Gail wouldโve stayed. They have her and theyโll drain her so the leader can steal her power and use it against us. We need to act before they do.โ โOr p
“Wait,” Joel’s mother called out to him. She hurried behind him, trying to catch up.“What? Why?” he asked, stopping and waiting for her.“If something did indeed bad happen to her, then you shouldn’t go off running in blindly,” she told him. “And you most certainly shouldn’t go alone.”“I doubt the alpha would help me find her.”“Oh, there is no chance of him helping you there,” his mother agreed. “However, there is your brother and your friends.”“Elijah?” Joel repeated skeptically. “He thinks I’m being stupid worrying about her. I should focus only on the pack.”