button, and the speaker phone. I wasn’t ready to let go of him just yet.
“We’ll get you next time, witch. You and your wolf.” Click.
Chapter Twenty-Three
We were all sitting on the floor of my room. I had called an emergency meeting, and Devon and Rachel had rushed right over. I was surprised to see that Jake had driven them. Since my few kisses with Sean, I had thought less about Jake. Okay, fine, truth be told, not at all. I guess I was finally over my childhood crush and maybe on to my first love.
The kitten alternated between sitting on my lap and Devon’s lap.
“You little traitor,” I said to the kitten. Devon laughed out loud. Seriously. I looked to see if Rachel had indeed heard it as well. She smiled at me.
I told them all my story of what had happened that day at the library. It included backtracking to catch them up on the fact that Sean was indeed our mysterious shape shifter, as I had discovered that night of the dance. It finished with me telling them how he’d saved me in the library. Sean encouraged me to include the part about the book. I still had not showed him the various parts I had found about my witch ancestors and their personal interactions with golden wolves, as well.
“I agree with Sean,” said Rachel. “Maybe Ben just didn’t know about the book. I can’t imagine he would keep it from you on purpose. He’s been nothing but good to you and your family—to all of us.”
“Maybe Ben didn’t know about it—maybe he did,” said Devon. “But my bet is that Grams hid it there for safekeeping. I mean, c’mon, where better to hide a book than in a library full of them.” We all processed that for a moment, and she continued. “I’m sure Grams knew you would find it sooner or later. And you did, you were drawn to it, you said, right?”
“Okay, so if we go with that theory,” I pondered out loud, “What is in that book that is so important it had to be hidden, even from other Council members? So important that these other shifters want to see it, too?”
“Trina?” asked Sean. “Do you trust us all? I mean, I think maybe we need to go through this book page by page together to discover just what makes this book so important. You and the other witches can judge the contents on possible dangers to you or the coven. And I can see if I pick up on something affecting our clan or the other shifters. What do you think?”
I think he looked adorable sitting on the floor of my room, barefoot in his jeans and white t-shirt. I thought it was cute to watch him try to ignore that little black ball of fur hissing at him every now and then.
“Trina?” Devon called my name and brought me back from my little daydream. “Well, at least we know why that kitten hates your boyfriend.” Everyone laughed. I relaxed a little and sat back against my bed. I felt Sean’s fall around my shoulder. Boyfriend sounded good.
“Trina? Hello, Earth to Trina?” It was Rachel this time. “Look, I think Sean’s right. We need to figure out why this book is so important, especially since they know you have it; and they want it. Can you tell us anything you’ve read in it so far that might give you some idea?”
“Not really. So far it seems to be a journal written by lots of my different ancestors. I saw spells, prayers, dreams—things like that. It’s called the Book of Shadows.”
“Sounds kind of ominous,” said Rachel. “Let’s get started.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
We decided we would catalog our findings in the sections I had mentioned.
“We’ll get you next time, witch. You and your wolf.” Click.
Chapter Twenty-Three
We were all sitting on the floor of my room. I had called an emergency meeting, and Devon and Rachel had rushed right over. I was surprised to see that Jake had driven them. Since my few kisses with Sean, I had thought less about Jake. Okay, fine, truth be told, not at all. I guess I was finally over my childhood crush and maybe on to my first love.
The kitten alternated between sitting on my lap and Devon’s lap.
“You little traitor,” I said to the kitten. Devon laughed out loud. Seriously. I looked to see if Rachel had indeed heard it as well. She smiled at me.
I told them all my story of what had happened that day at the library. It included backtracking to catch them up on the fact that Sean was indeed our mysterious shape shifter, as I had discovered that night of the dance. It finished with me telling them how he’d saved me in the library. Sean encouraged me to include the part about the book. I still had not showed him the various parts I had found about my witch ancestors and their personal interactions with golden wolves, as well.
“I agree with Sean,” said Rachel. “Maybe Ben just didn’t know about the book. I can’t imagine he would keep it from you on purpose. He’s been nothing but good to you and your family—to all of us.”
“Maybe Ben didn’t know about it—maybe he did,” said Devon. “But my bet is that Grams hid it there for safekeeping. I mean, c’mon, where better to hide a book than in a library full of them.” We all processed that for a moment, and she continued. “I’m sure Grams knew you would find it sooner or later. And you did, you were drawn to it, you said, right?”
“Okay, so if we go with that theory,” I pondered out loud, “What is in that book that is so important it had to be hidden, even from other Council members? So important that these other shifters want to see it, too?”
“Trina?” asked Sean. “Do you trust us all? I mean, I think maybe we need to go through this book page by page together to discover just what makes this book so important. You and the other witches can judge the contents on possible dangers to you or the coven. And I can see if I pick up on something affecting our clan or the other shifters. What do you think?”
I think he looked adorable sitting on the floor of my room, barefoot in his jeans and white t-shirt. I thought it was cute to watch him try to ignore that little black ball of fur hissing at him every now and then.
“Trina?” Devon called my name and brought me back from my little daydream. “Well, at least we know why that kitten hates your boyfriend.” Everyone laughed. I relaxed a little and sat back against my bed. I felt Sean’s fall around my shoulder. Boyfriend sounded good.
“Trina? Hello, Earth to Trina?” It was Rachel this time. “Look, I think Sean’s right. We need to figure out why this book is so important, especially since they know you have it; and they want it. Can you tell us anything you’ve read in it so far that might give you some idea?”
“Not really. So far it seems to be a journal written by lots of my different ancestors. I saw spells, prayers, dreams—things like that. It’s called the Book of Shadows.”
“Sounds kind of ominous,” said Rachel. “Let’s get started.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
We decided we would catalog our findings in the sections I had mentioned.
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