conversation later. Find the witch and get rid of the dark one. How long has he been a traitor I wonder?" She glanced at Luke, "Your people never knew the Sheriff was bad?"
Luke shook his huge wolf head. She clicked her tongue and looked around.
Sam shrugged and looked at Lucas who looked at them both and whined. He turned and ran around the back of the house.
Sam sighed and walked back to the front door where the shifter-Sheriff lay dead in the garden. He grabbed the leg of the dead man and flashed to the Grand Canyon. He looked around at the amazingly beautiful surroundings. He felt the weight of the dead man in his hands as he sighed and thought about Hanna. He opened his hands and flashed back to Maine before the sound of the body hitting the canyon filled his ears.
The sheriff hadn’t expected to find their kind of Roses in the garden. Lorri had snapped his thick wolf neck in one blow. The wolves would be upset when they realized Lorri had killed one of theirs. They would be even more upset when they realized he was a dark one. One usually meant there was more.
“Sam, Lucas found them. They’re this way.” He looked at the savagely angry face of Lorri.
“What is she?"
Lorri looked at him through her eyelashes, “Ever hear the stories of Annabelle as a girl?”
He shook his head. Lydia was tight lipped about the ghostly maid.
“She is worse.”
“She’s a witch, how much worse can they get?”
Lorri nodded, “She is so much more than that. Annabelle is just a witch. Ophelia is half angel and half witch. Her mother is The Witch. She’s been held in captivity since we lost Jonathan to them.”
Sam felt sick, “Over a thousand years?”
Lorri nodded, “Yup.”
“How?”
Lorri pointed down the road, “We need to go. If they get her, we lose the war. She’s that important.”
“Hey I thought I was the piece of the puzzle that won you the war.”
She rolled her eyes and flashed away.
He followed the scent of Lucas until his flashes led him to a large building. It was a brick building that reminded him of the high school he had watched Hanna attend as a teenager.
He frowned hearing music coming from the building. Cars lined the parking lot. He looked at Lorri who looked incredibly pissed suddenly, “She’s going to be my own personal fucking nightmare. Fucking Jonathan. Fucking fuck.” She muttered and flashed inside of the school.
"You have a real potty mouth for an angel. Were you like this when before you fell?"
If looks could kill, hers would have blown him into tiny bits.
Teenagers lined the halls, gossiping and laughing. Everyone wore a prom dress or tuxedo.
He looked at one girl who shook her head, “I seriously thought prom was next week. I don’t even remember changing into my dress.”
The girl across from her wore a blank stare, “I know.”
Sam started to worry. He had seen Annabelle go poltergeist once, he never wanted to see that again. Her magic was terrible.
The song Yellow by Coldplay blasted from the gymnasium. It echoed through the school.
He turned the corner in to the gym to see couples slow dancing to the haunting song. The girl stood in the middle of it all with her eyes closed, gripping the teenage boy from her living room. They danced as if no one else was in the room.
Lorri walked up to them. Sam flashed next to them quickly before Lorri just tore an arm off and dragged her outside.
Lorri grabbed her arm roughly, “Ophelia I’m an old friend of your dad's. It's lovely to meet you, now send all these kids back to bed. You don’t want me to do it for you. I’m not really as gentle as I appear.”
Sam wanted to laugh at that, since she looked severely sharper than she acted, but decided against it.
The girl looked up from the chest of the massive boy, horror filled her face.
“H-how did we….?” She trailed off as she looked around at the party she was at.
The teenage boy pulled her back in to him. He completely ignored Lorri.
Lorri looked at
Luke shook his huge wolf head. She clicked her tongue and looked around.
Sam shrugged and looked at Lucas who looked at them both and whined. He turned and ran around the back of the house.
Sam sighed and walked back to the front door where the shifter-Sheriff lay dead in the garden. He grabbed the leg of the dead man and flashed to the Grand Canyon. He looked around at the amazingly beautiful surroundings. He felt the weight of the dead man in his hands as he sighed and thought about Hanna. He opened his hands and flashed back to Maine before the sound of the body hitting the canyon filled his ears.
The sheriff hadn’t expected to find their kind of Roses in the garden. Lorri had snapped his thick wolf neck in one blow. The wolves would be upset when they realized Lorri had killed one of theirs. They would be even more upset when they realized he was a dark one. One usually meant there was more.
“Sam, Lucas found them. They’re this way.” He looked at the savagely angry face of Lorri.
“What is she?"
Lorri looked at him through her eyelashes, “Ever hear the stories of Annabelle as a girl?”
He shook his head. Lydia was tight lipped about the ghostly maid.
“She is worse.”
“She’s a witch, how much worse can they get?”
Lorri nodded, “She is so much more than that. Annabelle is just a witch. Ophelia is half angel and half witch. Her mother is The Witch. She’s been held in captivity since we lost Jonathan to them.”
Sam felt sick, “Over a thousand years?”
Lorri nodded, “Yup.”
“How?”
Lorri pointed down the road, “We need to go. If they get her, we lose the war. She’s that important.”
“Hey I thought I was the piece of the puzzle that won you the war.”
She rolled her eyes and flashed away.
He followed the scent of Lucas until his flashes led him to a large building. It was a brick building that reminded him of the high school he had watched Hanna attend as a teenager.
He frowned hearing music coming from the building. Cars lined the parking lot. He looked at Lorri who looked incredibly pissed suddenly, “She’s going to be my own personal fucking nightmare. Fucking Jonathan. Fucking fuck.” She muttered and flashed inside of the school.
"You have a real potty mouth for an angel. Were you like this when before you fell?"
If looks could kill, hers would have blown him into tiny bits.
Teenagers lined the halls, gossiping and laughing. Everyone wore a prom dress or tuxedo.
He looked at one girl who shook her head, “I seriously thought prom was next week. I don’t even remember changing into my dress.”
The girl across from her wore a blank stare, “I know.”
Sam started to worry. He had seen Annabelle go poltergeist once, he never wanted to see that again. Her magic was terrible.
The song Yellow by Coldplay blasted from the gymnasium. It echoed through the school.
He turned the corner in to the gym to see couples slow dancing to the haunting song. The girl stood in the middle of it all with her eyes closed, gripping the teenage boy from her living room. They danced as if no one else was in the room.
Lorri walked up to them. Sam flashed next to them quickly before Lorri just tore an arm off and dragged her outside.
Lorri grabbed her arm roughly, “Ophelia I’m an old friend of your dad's. It's lovely to meet you, now send all these kids back to bed. You don’t want me to do it for you. I’m not really as gentle as I appear.”
Sam wanted to laugh at that, since she looked severely sharper than she acted, but decided against it.
The girl looked up from the chest of the massive boy, horror filled her face.
“H-how did we….?” She trailed off as she looked around at the party she was at.
The teenage boy pulled her back in to him. He completely ignored Lorri.
Lorri looked at
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