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“I have also helped you,” the witch interrupted. “I could have killed you the moment you entered my territory, yet all I did was try to scare you away. I’ve saved this boy’s life.”
“But you are asking for something from us,” Rhyson reminded her.
The woman drew herself up to her full height. “Fine. I do not wish this Sera any harm…for now. She
is not wolf nor human nor witch. The same can probably be said for this whole community. She is
a magic I wish to know more about, and I do not intend to dissect her to learn of it. Satisfied?”
“Then what is she?” Juniper blurted out. “I mean, there are some weird things on this mountain, but
they weren’t monsters.”
The woman smiled coldly. “Fae.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Fae? Like…fairies? That’s a thing? A real thing?”
“I see civilization has tamed you to the point that you no longer know your own history.” She
frowned. “Pity. Give me the direction, and I will see that you get to your destination and that Troy speaks to you, unless the information you seek hurts him in some way.”
“We’re actually seeking information on a man named Morven. We’re told he’s an alpha. Perhaps you can see us to him instead,” Rhyson said.
“Morven,” the witch repeated before she smiled slowly. “Oh, what the crone could have done with you. I will not take you to Morven. I will take you to Troy.”
“Why?” Rhyson blurted.
“Because Morven Triggs is dead.”
Rhyson’s wolf rose fast and furious within him, but the witch didn’t step back. I quickly put my hand on his arm. “You didn’t just come here for revenge,” I reminded him. “You wanted answers.”
“I do not have the sight.” She almost sounded bitter about it. “But nobody comes to this mountain without a reason. Perhaps your vengeance can still be had, or perhaps you will find something
more important. I can only grant you safe passage to your next stop.”
Slowly, I reached out my arm. “I’ve bled several places on our travels, including within their camp. If
you take my blood, can you track it?”
Before I could blink, she had my arm in one hand and a knife in the other. “For future reference, it’s
incredibly stupid to give your blood to a witch.”
She sliced my arm just as Rhyson pulled me back, but it was too late. Her fingers swiped over the
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wound and came back bloodied. I hissed in pain, and she dabbed the blood on her shirt. “Hold on to each other,” she instructed. “And hold your breath. I’m told this process is unpleasant for those who aren’t witches.”
I was about to ask what she was doing when the ground disappeared from beneath my feet. The world blinked out of existence for a second until I fell heavily. Shouts of alarm rose over me, and I felt something break under me before I tumbled to the floor.
“Lunessa!” someone shouted. “That was a new fucking table.”
The angry shout was met with silence, and when I looked up, there was a male and a female
staring down at me, first in shock and then in panic. Her hand went to her belly. “Lunessa, when did
you start being able to transport this many wolves at once?”
“You’d be surprised what I can do now, cousin,” the witch said smoothly. “I’ve brought you a gift. They’re outsiders looking for Morven. Enjoy.”
Rhyson rose and stood toe-to-toe with the male alpha. “You’re Troy Ryker?”
Wolves rose up, and next to me, Duke, Dante, Nash, and Juniper started to shift.
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that,” the woman next to him said sweetly. I blinked and squeaked.
She held a gun in her hand, and she’d pointed it straight at Rhyson’s head.
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