Resisting The Alpha (Werebear Shifter Romance) (The Crane Curse) Read Online Free PDF

something about the dead or even how to communicate with a ghost, but Faith wasn't an ordinary witch. Magic and witchcraft meant nothing to her. She only became a witch for Abel.
     
    Seven Years Ago
     
    "Faith, I'm telling you," Abel said, "with those eyes you must come from witch blood."
    "No, you're nuts. The green eyes thing is just superstition, like red hair. And I don't have red hair."
    "Just humor me. You don't know anything about your family, don't you think if you tried this out it could be a connection to them? Maybe a little hint into who you really are?"
    Faith sighed. He always knew exactly what to say to get her to do things she didn't want to. Despite Abel filling the spot of her family and always being there for her, it wasn't enough. She desperately wanted to know something about her ancestors and the mother who abandoned her.
    Flipping the silver crane around her fingers, she nodded slowly. "Fine, what do you want to do? Dunk me in water and see if I drown? Or light me on fire and see if I burn?"
    "Very funny," he said. "This isn't the witch trials. You just need to focus and tell me what cards I'm holding up."
    Abel held out an ordinary deck of playing cards with a red swirl backing and handed them to her. Flipping through she didn't notice anything odd, the cards felt normal. She held them up to the light and couldn't see through them, and none of them looked any different from the other when the back of the card faced her.
    After she handed the deck back to Abel he shuffled the cards and randomly picked one.
    "Go on, concentrate on the card and tell me what you see," he said.
    She shook her head, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine...five of spades," she said as she shrugged, not having a clue why she even chose that card.
    "That's it!" Abel said then turned the card around to face her.
    He continued this through half the deck with Faith naming the card each time.  
    "That's incredible! See, I knew you had it in you!"
    Faith shook her head. "You're bullshitting me. There's no way I got them all right."
    "Think of all the things you can learn! Witches can communicate with the dead, they can affect the weather, and even communicate with animals. I bet you can learn charming."
    "What are you talking about? Are you getting me a kettle and a broom?"
    "I'm serious, Faith. This is huge! I know some people. I bet they can teach you how to charm." Abel paced the room. "Did I ever tell you about the crane curse? Maybe that's what that crane around your neck is about. I remember reading once that in Leeds Point there was a crane curse going back hundreds of years. It had something to do with charming." Abel continued excitedly. "I always thought it was a fairy tale or folklore like the Jersey Devil in these parts, but maybe there's some truth to it. I'll have to look it up. You know there's a bit of truth in everything."
     
    Present Day
     
    Faith looked at the woman smiling at her. She seemed more visible now, almost human. Her clothing were solid now too and Faith could see she wasn't wearing a dress, she was in a white cotton nightgown.
    As she stepped towards her the woman put her hand up towards Faith as if telling her to stop. Thinking about the teachings she underwent with Abel, the thing she learned most about witchcraft was that nothing ever worked unless she believed and concentrated on it.
    Taking a deep breath, she summoned up her courage and spoke. "I'm Faith. Who are you?"
    The woman smiled again. Her lips didn't move but Faith heard her speak.  
    "I'm Miranda."
    A twig snapped in the surrounding forest and Miranda quickly changed into a white crane and flew up towards the sky before disappearing. Faith's heart pounded in her chest as she watch the bird spread its wings across the night sky before fading into a passing cloud.
    "You need to be more careful. You know the Council is looking for you," Erich said as he stepped into the clearing, the moon reflecting off his naked body.
    Faith forced