“She was unconscious for days,” he began. At our blank expressions, he sighed. “For a wolf, that’s weird. That’s bad weird. Werewolves are protectors by nature, so we need to heal quickly – quicker than the average human by a long way. And when we fall unconscious – which is very rare in itself – it’s never for longer than a few hours at most.” He took a breath, and I felt a small sense of pride shoot through me. Skye seemed less nervous around Kathrena already, and, if I was not mistaken, he was taking a beat to add to the drama of his story. Sure, his leg was still jiggling beneath the table, but he was learning. “We think that something was keeping Pera under,” he continued. “Something supernatural, with enough power to control a wolf. And there’s something else,” he added, his gaze dropping to the warped wooden table. Someone had scratched their initials into it, a wonky R and something too distorted to read next to it.“What?” I whispered, touching his forearm softly. The small h

“I recognise it from somewhere,” I mused, squeezing Skye’s hand as we rounded the cobbled corner and came onto the high street. It was raining, now, the sky edged with black and a miserable shade of grey in between. Kathrena, walking on my other side, laughed. “That’s wishful thinking if I’ve ever heard it, El.” Thankfully, Skye seemed to have completely forgiven my cold comment from earlier, and he squeezed my hand back, throwing me a sympathetic smile. “Well, for my part, I really hope you do recognise it, El. If we need a witch to take down whatever this is we’re fighting, a head start – or any leads at all, really – would be great. I mean, we don’t even know what this thing is. Maybe there’s a second Book of Shadows that Herb doesn’t have access too. Maybe she’s still writing it now, even!” “Or maybe she’s dead

My hands were shaking as I scrolled through my contacts list to find Skye’s number. It was dark outside now, and late, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong. Someone had been in my room, and that same someone had left a tarot card on my bed. A tarot card that foretold death. I’d hunted with Kathrena, wanting to push it out of my mind. It was an impossibility: I lived in the Clan house, for goodness sake, where other vampires lived, too. Vampires that, right now, were on high alert for an attacker.  I’d gorged myself on animal blood, feeding on a number of larger animals so that I didn’t hurt any of them. But only so many deer and moose could dent the terror that was shaking my bones, and I’d told Kathrena about the card on our way back in from the woods. “The death card is only perceived as negative, you know. In tarot read

I couldn’t believe that I’d been so blind. Of course that was where I knew the name from. My truck rumbled beneath me, and I stared into the pretty front garden, unsure as to what my next move should be.The two weeks in the run up to the senior party had passed in a hectic blur of frenzied research. I’d almost forgotten about school, and Kathrena and I had doubled down together, more often than not with Skye, too, in an attempt to catch up on our work. I doubted that catching up was ever a position Kathrena had been in, in regards to homework, at least, and we struggled to find a balance between finding answers to the very real threat facing us, and keeping up appearances at home and at school.My spontaneous date with Skye had relaxed me, though I couldn’t keep up the walls pushing the world away for long. He’d asked me again what had happened, what had got me so shaken up, and I’d told him in quiet, stammering words that I’d found a tarot card in my bedroom. The card that signified

I stepped out of the shower, following my normal routine, and my feet sank into the plush bath mat. I turned, without conscious thought, to face the mirror. As I was raising my hand to wipe the condensation away, I stilled.I didn’t want to see the fox again. Seeing it in my own reflection had scared me the most. The one I’d seen in the woods earlier could easily have scampered away; it could have been real. The one in the mirror looked like it was real, though, and that was the problem.I’d never been scared of anything as a human. But, I supposed, I’d never had to deal with anything actually scary before. This was new territory for me – for all of us – and with that in mind I left the bathroom mirror behind, still steamy, still unusable.For the first time since I’d been turned, I was grateful that I couldn’t feel the cold. The dress I’d picked out for tonight was slinky and short, and, though I was going to layer a jacket over the top of it, it would undoubtedly still leave me too c