having a bit of fun with me, then I would really like to know.”
Choosing to ignore her, Greg turned his attention completely on me. Unfortunately, he didn’t block my view to the evil glare Hannah was now sending my way.
I have so lost my ride home tonight.
“You do realise you just helped me piss off another member of the coven.”
“Of course I do, but isn’t that the way you like it?” He grinned.
Yeah it was, but he could have at least not pissed off my ride.
“So are you going to tell us what this important thing was that came up?” Dyanna asked, dragging her crate round and effectively blocking Hannah’s view of me.
“Something big is happening at the Circle tomorrow night,” he whispered. “No idea what, but the Crone had me and a few of the boys up there today to clear more space and put up some more protection.”
Well I knew why they had been asked to clear more space, the Circle was just that… a circle. It was sacred land surrounded by four large stones, one for each element. The land at the centre of the stone circle was kept trimmed and maintained at all times, but outside of it was usually left wild. With all the people attending the ritual there would need to be space made for them. But the other thing they had been asked to do had me worried. “More protection?”
Nodding, he went on. “Everything from reapplying the basic spells already enchanted upon the place, to extra barriers leading up to the Circle. We asked what was happening but she wouldn’t tell us a thing.”
Did Grace think that something might happen during the ritual? Had the demon already started looking for me? Did he know what the Crones had done and decided to come after me now? Panic was beginning to seize me, grip my chest in a solid vice.
“You okay?” Greg asked, concern upon his face.
The ground beneath my feet began to crack and shake as my panic sent my powers haywire. It was only a slight shake, nothing that anyone but me would feel… yet. I needed to get myself under control. I hadn’t lost control in years, not since I had gotten a better grip on my powers. I needed to leave… now, before things got out of control.
“Mmm…Yeah…Fine…I got to go.” Jumping up from my seat, I ignored Dyanna shouting my name and made my way outside, doing my best to not focus on the stares that followed me the whole way.
As soon as I exited the door, making sure that no one could see me, I fled, running full pelt over the land away from them all.
Chapter Five
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Ethan
Well, one drink had quickly turned into two, then two to three. It was a good thing it took a hell of a lot of strong alcohol to get a werewolf drunk. Unfortunately for me, Zak and Frankie were well on their way to finishing the entire bars stock of whisky.
"What you need to do is... And then you could..." Frankie slurred as his head began to droop down towards the bar top. Another five minutes and he would be out for the count.
"Looks like it will be me going home with this lovely lady then." Zak laughed, not really in a much better state than Frankie. Grabbing hold of the blonde Frankie that had pulled, he yanked her onto his lap.
"No... I'm... Good."
THUMP!
Frankie’s head hit the bar top, his snoozing echoing through the room.
"Poor, Frankie. I had wonderful plans for him tonight,” the blonde sighed, looking down at Zak with a pout. “Well, I guess you'll have to do."
"You won’t regret it."
Slut.
"Well, I'm going to get this one back to the packhouse." My father was going to be majorly pissed in the morning when he found out Frankie got drunk. The guy was terrible with hangovers. "You guys want a lift back?" I asked, slapping a few bills down to cover my tab.
"No need, my place is just around the corner," the blonde said.
So with that, I chucked Frankie over my shoulder and headed outside to the SUV, slinging him straight into the back. He didn't wake up once. Not even when his head hit the door on the opposite
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