The Pack's Secret Keeper
The release of tension was like letting her hair out after having it up all day or taking off an uncomfortable bra – the relief physically felt and leaving behind a giddy elation.
She entered the graveyard and made her way to her favourite night-time spot, a pretty gazebo set within a circle of grass, and sheltered by weeping cherry trees, far enough back from the street that if a police car patrolled by, they would not see her light. There was a picnic table in the centre, and she set her bag upon it, taking out the battery-operated lantern, the candles, and the various crystals, herbs and tarot cards. Finally, she lifted out the velvet wrapped grimoire, and the athame that sat in the first
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