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laughing at me while I covered up my junk.
    “It’s not funny!” I yelled, trying to keep a straight face. I hated being the butt of jokes, but even I had to admit this was pretty damned hilarious.
    Pierce tried to say something that would likely be shitty, but he was laughing so hard he had trouble breathing. Tears poured down his cheeks, and Thad couldn’t stop snickering long enough to be his usual smartass self.
    I wanted to be pissed off, but I couldn’t.
    We only got together these days for special occasions like Sabbat celebrations, which was why we were all together today.
    It was the autumnal equinox known as Mabon, and we had a celebration to attend.
    “Is there a reason you’re standing out here butt-ass naked?” Our father stood at the back patio door. He cleared his throat and struggled to speak. He was clearly a few seconds away from joining the make-fun-of-Mason bandwagon. The warlock temper I’d stirred up had finally started to fade. “You do remember what today is, right?” he asked, his voice broken by hiccups of laughter.
    Although Mabon wasn’t Yule or Ostara, on this day all orders of magic—white, gray, and black—gave thanks for what the earth provided.
    “It’s their fault,” I said, pointing at my brothers. Unfortunately, I gestured with the hand that had been covering my cock and balls. My complete nakedness caused Pierce and Thad to die in place.
    “I see you’re definitely still our little brother,” Pierce teased as he held out his pinkie finger and wiggled it.
    “Bite me.” I walked over to retrieve my clothes. I yanked my pants from the insistent tree limbs, but my boxers were out of reach. I entertained the thought of using magic to bring them down, but with my luck the branch would fall on my head. I’d never gone commando to a Sabbat celebration before, but there was a first time for everything.
    “We need to leave in fifteen minutes, Mason,” my dad said as he escorted Pierce and Thad inside. “We don’t want to keep everyone waiting.”
    Nope. We sure didn’t. The warlocks, wizards, and witches that would be at the ritual didn’t appreciate tardiness.
    I nodded and slipped my pants up my thighs. My father paused at the threshold of the house. He peered at the farthest reaches of the property, into the army of trees that stood sentry along the perimeter. Had he sensed what I had smelled earlier and what had whispered to me on the wind?
    But after a few seconds, he switched his gaze from the forest to me. He nodded for me to hurry and then went inside.
    Maybe there wasn’t anything out there after all, but I didn’t believe that. I took one final look over my shoulder at the house and darted toward the woods.
     
     
    I WALKED under the canopy of white pine, red maple, and northern red oak for about five minutes, trying to home in on what I had sensed, but whatever had smelled like pancakes and bleach seemed to have left. Maybe it had sensed my father’s magic. He wasn’t someone to be messed with, especially since he was close to being inducted into the Council of Black.
    Even without that endorsement, he still kicked major ass. He scared the shit out of me, and I was his son. We weren’t super close or anything. That was his and Pierce’s deal. Pierce was the firstborn, the golden child, the one who mastered magic and every-fucking-thing else with little effort. Thad came next. He was the bookworm, poring over the dusty family books in the library and keeping our Grimoire at his side.
    It was obvious he studied hard so he could hand both Dad and Pierce their asses in a magical showdown.
    I wanted that too. I first had to master my magic and finally tap into my active power the way Pierce and Thad had.
    A rustling of leaves about thirty feet to my left caught my attention.
    I spun around, trying to sense movement among the overgrown bushes and vines that tangled the saplings, which stretched for the treetops. I saw nothing, but I heard more rustling and the