needed.
“Dude, I really don't know why you hit that. I mean, yeah, sure, she hot and sexy and a good lay and easy to get under the sheets. But seriously man, that girl is not right in the head.”
I didn’t know why either anymore. The boys hated her, and even my wolf wasn’t too keen.
“Are any of the easy ones right on the head?” Frankie asked.
Zak laughed. “Probably not.”
Unlocking the car door, I got behind the wheel, instantly starting the engine and revving it impatiently. "Shotgun," Frankie called as he pulled Zak back from the door and swung him around before pushing him to the ground and jumping in the front passenger seat.
"You fucker!" Zak spat, climbing into the back. "So where are we headed? And what has Chelsea gone and done this time?”
"No idea as to where we're going, I just want to get out of here for a while. As for Chelsea, she's just being her usual clingy, annoying, jealous self. She seems to have got it into her head somehow that we are going to mate, and no matter how many times I tell her it’s never going to happen, she just won't let it drop. I heard her just now talking to my father about our future mating. Well, my future plans certainly do not include being stuck with that bitch for the rest of my life. I really need to get rid of her," I muttered, slamming my hand down hard on the steering wheel in frustration.
"Yeah right, as if she's ever going to let that happen."
"Well, we need to find a way because Alpha wants it ended… now."
"Shit, did he order it?"
When the Alpha ordered something, it was impossible not to follow that order. Even if you wanted to, our wolves wouldn't allow it. "No, but I'm pretty sure that if I don't get rid of her soon, he will."
It would probably be easier if he did. But no, I had to do this myself.
Tomorrow, I’ll do it tomorrow.
"How about we head over to Pete’s for a drink?"
Pete’s was a local bar on the border of our territory where pack land met with that of the coven. It was used by both groups, but it tended to be filled mostly with the pack than the Wiccans.
"Sure, but just for one, though. I need a clear head tomorrow to deal with Chelsea."
"Yeah, and full use of your senses so you know when to run," Frankie said with a grin.
Yeah, that I would definitely need.
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Kaia
It took a while, but by the time everyone was tucked up in bed for the night, I had finally remembered every word that I needed to speak at the ritual and in the correct order too. It hadn’t been as hard as I had thought. The incantation itself was simple enough, it was all the prep that needed doing beforehand that was a little complicated.
Looking at the clock on Dyanna’s bedside table as we quickly piled up the books we had scattered all over the floor, it indicated that we only had fifteen minutes left in which to sneak off the property before the next guard patrolled the area we needed to cross in order to sneak out.
For numerous reasons, my being here included, Grace had a team of specially trained Wiccans to help guard the property. They were who we needed to get by. Once every hour, there was a small window of time when the guards had no clear view of a small section of wall on the east side of the property, and that was where we needed to go.
“We better move fast, Dyanna. Times almost up.”
We rushed through the wardrobe, throwing clothes here, there, and everywhere in an effort to decide what we were going to wear. I picked out a pair of tight blue jeans and a black vest top while Dyanna pulled on one of her usual small black dresses. Then we climbed out the window and shimmied down the drainpipe.
We only just made it in time. Just as we climbed over the low wall on the east side, one of the guards came over the hill. Luckily enough, he didn’t spot us and we were able to make our way over the fields to the road where Hannah was waiting.
“What took you guys so long? And why are you heading over there so late?” she asked as
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