Wolfsbane

Havermouth, Present Time

Heath parked in the main street. “I need to pick up some groceries,” he told her. “I am hoping that now that the pack thinks that you are a witch, and the fact that it’s a public place, you will be safe, but I cannot guarantee it. Stay at my side at all times, keep a sharp eye out, watch your back.”

“Wow,” she looked at him. “You are really taking this seriously.”

“You were shot by a policeman,” he pointed out. “They are not afraid of you, of the Triquetra, of the humans, Aislen. That is serious.”

“That was before you told them that I was a witch though,” she reached for the doorhandle.

“And is it a coincidence that the moment that I tell the pack that you’re a witch, you get hexed?”

“Yeah, actually, I think it is,” she opened the door and stepped out. He mirrored her. “If I was hexed by someone who suspected that I also knew the craft,” she told him over the roof of the car as she closed the door and retrieved her sunglasses from her purse. “Then I would not