Chapter 67-2
“This is not going to end well,” Troy said darkly as he turned around.
“Where are you going?”
“Call Irene. We need to find Cam and fast.”
It took a few seconds before Irene answered. Her voice was husky from sleep. “Kiana?”
“Hi, I’m sorry. I know it’s early. Is anyone with you right now?”
“What? No, Jenson stepped out a few minutes ago.”
I paused. “Jenson stepped out? Like…from your bed?”
“What? Oh, no. Um…Kiana. Sorry, still sleepy. What was the question?”
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I would table the Jenson conversation for another day. “Are there any witches with you? Like, Cam perhaps? Or Lunessa?”
“No, I’m alone. What’s going on?”
“There’s a witch glamouring themselves as me, and they took Cam.”
Instantly, Irene was awake. “I still have some of her blood. I can use it to track her. Meet me at the cottage.”
I hung up and relayed the message to Troy whose features darkened. “Track her with that magic she didn’t want to tell me about?”
“Not the time.”
We made it to Irene’s cottage in record time, and she was already at the door. She was holding a cloth with blood on it and chanting. She barely glanced at us before she threw the cloth in the air. It
started to float.
“Hurry. Follow it.”
Troy opened his mouth, but I touched his arm and shook my head. His questions for Irene were going to have to wait. “If Cam is dead…” I murmured.
“It doesn’t matter. Claudine is not going to touch you,” Troy growled.
“Why Cam? She herself insists that she doesn’t have all that much power.” I kept going over and over it in my head, but I couldn’t figure it out. “Irene, is she hiding magic?”
“No. Her father was a powerful witch, but Cam doesn’t have nearly as much power. She also
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doesn’t have much training. Her father was very dismissive of her. She is not the ideal target for
anyone who wants more power.”
“But she is an ideal target for anyone who wants to enrage Claudine. None of this makes any
sense. It can’t be Morven or any of the other alphas. It has to be a witch, but why?”
“Because you’re a null.” Irene stopped short. “Oh, I’m so blind. Troy, I will find Cam. You need to get
Kiana to safety. She can’t be killed by magic. If a witch wants her dead, what’s the best way to do
it?”
“Send a wolf after her,” Troy finished grimly and turned around. “We’re leaving. Now.”
I shook my head. “Absolutely not. Irene said so herself. I can’t be killed by magic, but you can. Assuming we don’t find any wolves standing over Cam, I’m going to be fine.”
“Kiana, don’t argue with me.”
I opened my mouth, but there was another scream. One we all recognized well. “Cam. Irene, can you make that tracker fly any faster?”
“NO!”
A voice thundered through the woods, loud enough to uproot trees and shake the ground.
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to hide Lunessa any longer,” I said grimly as I broke into a run. Irene and Troy were right behind me. The tracker flew faster, and Irene grew paler the more we ran. Then, with a grunt, she stumbled and fell.
“Irene.” I turned and ran to her. The fabric fluttered and fell.
Another earthquake shook the ground. I looked over at Troy. “She’s weakening, Troy.”
Irene smiled weakly at Troy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to know about my magic until I was back to full power, which it looks may be never. I’m no good to you right now. Go. We must be close.”
“I can’t leave you here. There’s a killer witch somewhere in these woods.”
“I am not without protection.” Irene pulled out a blade. “Go. Save Cam, if you can.”
Hoping it wasn’t the last time I saw Irene, I turned and joined Troy. Lunessa’s magic rumbled again, and we broke into the clear and stopped short.
Lunessa was facing off with a witch. And a ghost.
Anya.
Between them, Cam Lee lay in the leaves, stilled.
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“You’re dead,” I blurted, grabbing the front of Troy’s shirt. “She’s dead. Am I hallucinating?”
“A ghost,” Troy breathed.
“Not a ghost,” Anya corrected gleefully as she began to rise into the air, her eyes locked on me.
Lunessa sprinted toward us, hair flying. “Anya has a twin.”
I blinked. “And you’re avenging her death?” I asked cautiously. “We didn’t kill her.”
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“No, of course not.” Anya’s smile sharpened. “I did. How else could I step onto this land? She’s my connection-my anchor-to break through your witch’s little spell. Speaking of which, where is she? I’d have thought she’d come to her friend’s aid.”
Irene. My stomach twisted. I couldn’t let Anya anywhere near her.
“I wouldn’t call her and Cam that close,” I said quickly, forcing my voice steady. “Lunessa, are you all
right?”
“Oh, the fair maiden?” Anya tilted her head mockingly. “Second best in this fight, I’m afraid. For while Lunessa is bound by the rules of white magic and her precious coven…” Her grin widened. “…
am not!”
She flung out her hand, chanting. The air thickened, humming with power. Lunessa gasped, her chest arching as she was yanked off the ground, rising higher and higher.
“Time for you to die, Maiden.”
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