LOGINAs I get closer to her, she does not move.She simply stands there with her ears perked forward, watching me with those intelligent eyes. There is something different about the way she looks at me this time. Before, there was caution. Fear. Uncertainty.Now, there is curiosity.Maybe even recognition.I slow my steps as I get closer, careful not to make any sudden movements. Something deep inside me tells me that rushing this would be a mistake.When I get just over arm's distance from her, I slowly crouch down and place the meat on the ground between us.The pup immediately rushes forward and grabs a piece.This time, the mother does not stop it.Instead, she keeps her eyes on me while her pup happily tears into the food.I cannot help but smile as I watch them. My hand instinctively settles over my belly.Two mothers.Two babies.Both of us trying to protect the lives that depend on us.The thought hits me harder than I expect.Maybe that is why I feel so connected to her.Maybe it
As soon as I open the door, I know there is no hiding it.One look at Mark's face tells me that he can see everything.My swollen eyes.The tear tracks I could not completely wash away.The redness in my cheeks.There is absolutely no chance that he believes the fake smile I am trying to give him.“Raven sent me,” he says softly. “She thought you might need some company.”His eyes sweep over me once more.“Seems she was right.”I open my mouth to say something, anything that might convince him that I am fine.Nothing comes out.Instead, he steps forward and pulls me into his arms.That is all it takes.Whatever tiny bit of control I had managed to regain disappears.I break.The tears come rushing back so quickly that I cannot even catch my breath. I bury my face against his chest as another sob tears through me.“Woah, woah,” he murmurs. “I don't know what's going on yet, but let's get you inside.”Before I can protest, his arms slide beneath me.The next thing I know, my feet are no
Waiting is absolute torture.Werewolves are not exactly known for our patience. We tend to act first and think later. Waiting for something to happen while knowing there is absolutely nothing I can do to make it happen faster is almost unbearable.Maybe that is why Raven seemed so amused when she left.Witches are used to waiting.Potions take time.Spells take time.Learning takes time.Everything about witchcraft seems to require patience, and maybe that is something I will eventually have to learn.Although, if waiting for a familiar to show up is any indication, I have a long way to go.I glance toward the woods again.Nothing.Not even a rustle.I sigh and lean back in the chair.There is another problem with being alone that I had not really considered until now.I have never actually been alone since leaving the pack.Not really.There has always been Raven.There has always been work at the diner.There have always been customers, coworkers, noise, and something that needed my
After the potion has sat in the sun for the allotted amount of time, Raven finally decides that it is ready.She dips her fingers into the mixture and slowly runs them through what has become a fine, almost impossibly soft powder. For a moment, she just stares at it before a smile spreads across her face.“It’s perfect.”I look at her expectantly.“We can do it now?”She nods.“We can.”My stomach flips with excitement.“What happens next?”“We place the powder around the property. If that wolf really is your familiar, she should be able to sense it. The magic will essentially create a path for her to follow back to you.”I glance toward the windows, suddenly very aware of the woods beyond them.“And then she just shows up?”“Not exactly.”“Then what?”Raven laughs softly.“Magic is rarely that predictable. Most likely, she will come within twenty-four hours. It could happen sooner. It could take longer. There isn't really a clock attached to magic.”Twenty-four hours.That suddenly f
For several seconds, I simply stare at the paper.I can see the edge of the letter inside.It is just paper.Just ink.Just words.So why does it feel like my entire future is sitting inside this envelope?My claws slowly retract as I reach inside and pull the folded paper free.I recognize her handwriting immediately.There is no mistaking it.Even after all these months, I would know it anywhere.My throat tightens.I unfold it carefully, almost afraid that I might somehow damage it.There are only a few words written on the front.Lyall,That is it.Just my name.But seeing it written by her nearly breaks something inside of me.She knew she was leaving.She knew she might not come back.And she still took the time to write my name.I take a shaky breath and unfold the rest of the letter.Lyall,If you are reading this, then you found the letter I left for you. I am sorry that I did not give this to you myself. I am sorry for a lot of things, actually.I have to stop.My vision blur
Lyall's POVMy hands are shaking as I hold the envelope. All of these months that this had to be sitting there, and I am only just now finding it. What could be in it? What could she have possibly said to me before leaving?There are so many options to what she could have said, that opening it is just as terrifying as not opening it. With the way that she left, I have no idea just what she could have wanted to say to me before leaving. Is it going to make what I feel worse, or is she going to leave me a clue?"Lyall, are you okay?" River asks me.I look up in shock. Last I knew, I was with just my father in his office. Now, all of my friends are in here with me, staring at me with worried expressions. How did they get in here without me noticing?"Ah, finally noticed us did you?" Mel says with a weak chuckle.River does not even bother to hide the fact that she elbows him hard.Right in the ribs.Hard enough that he lets out a loud grunt. "Why are you all here?" I ask in confusion."
Knowing I wouldn't be allowed to leave until I promised to be careful, I gave my parents the reassurance they wanted before retreating to my room to finish getting ready.Most of my friends were guys, and I usually blended right in with them. Every now and then, though, I enjoyed reminding them tha
"What kind of drug could affect us that way?" I asked my mother.Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. It was my birthday, Lyall's birthday, and our entire friend group had plans to spend the night partying before our lives changed forever.Instead, my parents were warning me about a dangerous
Flashes.That was all I had.Flashes of light.Flashes of voices.Flashes of movement just beyond my reach.Every time I tried to grasp one of the memories, it slipped away like water through my fingers.My head pounded.It felt as though someone had taken a hammer to my skull and then left the pie
"On a more serious note," Mel said, lifting his empty glass, "one of us has to go get the next round, don't we?"A collective groan went around the table.We all laughed at Mel's expression.His family was ridiculously wealthy. Not spoiled exactly, but definitely accustomed to convenience. If there







