[Rosalynd]  Gideon picks up the first item and holds it up to the moonlight. “This,” he explains as he twirls a small blade, no bigger than my palm blade around his fingers, the bone gleaming dully, “Is called an athame. It is used for preparing spell components and other ritual uses. Every member of our coven has one. It must be gifted or crafted, it cannot be bought.”  “I made this blade when I was 15 years old,” he muses, “I had just come into my power. My grandmother taught me how to craft it, and how to make the bone respond to my wishes. It took me all summer to get it right.” Flipping it around in his hand, he wraps it in a silk cloth and hol

[Evander]“Why hasn’t she called to check in?” the sulking pup in the corner whined, the edges of his lips curled down. “Shouldn’t she have checked in by now?”“Rosalynd is a grown woman,” I roll my eyes at him. “She doesn’t need to ‘check in’ with you just because you’re lonely.” This wolf is absolutely exasperating. "I'm sure the witches are keeping her busy."“But what if she’s hurt? What if that…coven, has done something to warp her mind?” He huffs, his mind spinning through a series of scenarios, each one more biased and neurotic than the last. “What if they’ve brainwashed her and she now never wants to see us again? What if..?”“What

[Rosalynd]I woke to the sound of rapid thumping on the door. I look over at the clock on top of the TV. It is 6:23 am. “GIDEON!!” A familiar voice bellows from outside. “WE NEED YOUR HELP! It’s URGENT”“Evander?” I scratch my head as I stand up from the futon in the living room, wrap the comforter more securely around myself, and stumble blindly through the coven house to the front door. I stand on tip toe to look through the peephole. His face angled towards the peephole, I see Evander holding a body in his hands. What I can see of her is bloody and scratched. “Please let us in, Rosalynd. I can hear your heartbeat on the other side of the door.”I turn the lo

[Rosalynd] Gideon rushes between us and Slone, his arms wide to his sides. “Stay back, everyone,” he warns. “Marigold, go wake the others. We are going to need the power of the coven to break this.” He then reaches out and picks up what looks like a paperweight, but I can see it is a pyramid of solid crystal. He places it on Slone’s chest and her body stills, her eyes the only thing still moving. The pyramid slowly begins to change, becoming a cloudy  gray where the crystal is touching her, as if drawing some type of darkness from her body.“Hurry, this won’t hold her for long!” Marigold runs back up the stairs, knocking on doors as she makes her way down the hall. “Code Black! CODE BLA

[Axel] She smiles at me and in that moment I can sense her forgiveness through the thin thread of a link that is starting to form between us. The mate link. If she accepts my mark, it will grow into a thick cord, a rope tying us together no matter how far apart we are. After Alexa and I broke things off, and she severed our bond by rejecting me fully, I thought I’d never see anything like it again. As I look at our connection through my wolf’s eyes, I see that from the bluntly cut ends of my previous bond, a new strand has sprouted. It is still thin, but it is there, reaching out to where it is anchored, deep within Rosalynd’s heart.Conner wasn’t lying. We are mates. We are connected. Does that mean she also has a wolf?I try to see her, try to see the wolf within, but I see nothing.Slone begins to thrash, reminding us of the task at hand.Evander steps closer, placing a hand on Gideon’s shoulder. He cl