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The Wolf Pack Book Three

By Avery Gale

Kit and Braden rode in silence to the open
field where Aradia was said to have been buried. There was no
marker per the Queen of Witches request, she’d known her gravesite
would become a contentious memorial and she’d been adamantly
opposed to the idea. Fearing future persecution of those who would
follow, the wise witch had demanded the exact location of her grave
never be revealed. From everything Kit had read about the woman,
considered the Queen of Witches, she’d been a firm believer in
living for the future rather than in the past. Every witch’s Book
of Shadows contained bits of wisdom attributed to Aradia that had
been passed down generation to generation for countless centuries.
Kit’s favorite was the reminder never to be humbled so much that
you stumbled over our own past.

As they exited the small rental car, Braden
looked over at her and winked, “Remember, individually we are good,
but together we are superheroes. And Granny Good Witch promised me
a cape when we get Angie back.” When she cast him a sidelong
glance, he chuckled, “What? I know I can’t fly with a cape, but it
will be fun to mess with the kids back at the estate.” She shook
her head, in so many ways he was an adult, but there were still
moments when the childhood he’d missed bubbled to the surface.
Everyone at the estate relished those moments because in their
minds it meant he was healing and maturing into the powerful wizard
he was destined to become.

Braden’s childhood had been cut far too short
because he’d been the focus of Damian’s obsession from the time the
dark wizard learned the child was his grandson. Braden’s father had
run away with him after the young boy’s mother was killed. For
years, father and son had barely managed to stay one-step ahead of
the man obsessed with the young boy, but their luck had finally run
out and Braden lost his father too.

As the sun started to sink beneath the
horizon, a brilliant ball of orange light shimmered several feet in
front of where Kit and Braden stood waiting. For several seconds
the light simply hovered and spun slowly around and Kit wondered if
it was ensuring they’d come alone. When Devin finally emerged as an
ill-defined mist, he scanned the area before focusing on the two of
them. Just as Kit opened her mouth to demand he give them proof
Angie was still alive, she appeared next to him.

“What the hell is that?” Braden started to
step forward as he spoke but Kit placed her hand on his shoulder to
hold him back. Devin’s posture had shifted immediately and Kit was
worried about the young man’s safety. Even though Angie appeared to
be trapped in some sort of glass bubble, she appeared to be
unharmed. Braden turned back to Devin and took a menacing step
forward before Kit pulled him back once again. “Can she hear us?”
Just then they saw Angie waving her arms and she looked as though
she was shouting but they couldn’t hear anything. “Well, guess that
answers that question. Hey, how long can she stay in there without
fresh air?” Kit wanted to roll her eyes, leave it to Braden to
shift so quickly to logical and scientific observations. Good
Goddess it was certainly easy to see he and Angie were related. Kit
was far more worried that none of them were going to live long
enough for oxygen to ever be an issue.

“Don’t worry about the bubble. It is
soundproof, but she will not come to any harm being in there. She
had been treated well as I’m sure she will tell you, assuming you
are willing to negotiate with me.” Kit’s interest was piqued
because Devin had emphasized the word
me
and she found it
odd he’d make that distinction.

‘
What do you make of this, Kit? Why did he
say we are negotiating with him? Do you think we were right the
last time when we sensed his reluctance to be his brother’s
lackey?’

Kit appreciated the telepathic link she and
Braden had established. They’d spent many hours practicing the
silent method of communication and she was grateful they shared a
way to speak without being heard. ‘
I was just thinking the same
thing. Let’s see where this takes us, shall we?’

Returning her focus to Devin, Kit demanded,
“Tell us what you want. Why would you want to kidnap Angie? And who
was responsible?” Devin rolled his eyes at her questions and it
quickly became clear to Kit that Devin wasn’t particularly
interested in discussing the details.

“I can’t tell you everything—at least not
yet, but you already know that. And I’m sure you have already
figured out that my brother wants to trade the good doctor for his
grandson.” When she opened her mouth to speak, he held up his hand
in a silent gesture silencing her. “I already know that isn’t going
to happen and in truth I’d be somewhat disappointed in you if you
agreed to such an exchange. Remember, I said your negotiations are
with me, not my brother.” For the first time in days, Kit felt some
of the tension leave her body as the possibility that they might
get Angie back without extreme violence loomed before her.

During the next half hour, Devin paced so
quickly along a line in front of them that he literally wore a path
in the grass beneath his feet. There were times as he spoke that
Kit wondered if he was still speaking to them or he’d simply become
lost in his own thoughts. Devin outlined his brother’s plan to take
over the Supreme Council after he was freed from behind the sealed
portal—and realizing how close Damian was to making it happen
scared Kit more than she wanted to admit.

“Kit, the magic you used the night you sent
Damian behind the seal was dark, very dark. And the remarkable
thing is you were completely untrained. I know the powers that be
are telling you they don’t know how you managed it, but that isn’t
exactly true. They know it was dark magic, what they don’t know is
how you learned it. Whether it’s innate knowledge or simply natural
ability, then they have a really big problem on their hands.”

“Explain why they consider it their problem.”
As much as Kit wanted to deny his words, she honestly wasn’t sure
she could. Something about his observation resonated in her soul as
the truth. She didn’t like it, but she’d never been one to deny
reality even if it didn’t fit well with the way she wanted to see
herself. Her passionate response to Jameson’s dominance that first
night at the club was a perfect example. As much as she had wanted
to be outraged by his high-handed behavior, she hadn’t been able to
deny her body’s intense response to his dominance.

“There is a battle coming, Kit, you already
know this, but what may surprise you is how quickly the scales are
tipping in Damian’s favor.”

Surviving the Dream

By Whiskey Starr

“You want me to do what?” There was no way he
wanted him to take his shirt off.

“Listen, man, sex sells and since they can’t
see you sitting behind the drums, they need to see something, so
take off the shirt. The ladies will love it.” Joey glared at him,
but it was Mickey who pulled him aside.

“Listen, bro, just do it. No one can really
see too much, and no one close enough can see the marks. All they
will see are the tattoos. Come on, Joey.” Mickey was practically
pleading with him.

“Fine. But you f*****g owe me,” he grumbled
as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. His back was covered
in tattoos, and his chest had several ones that had a special
meaning to him. Walking over to the bar, he got a drink after
everything was set up to his preference.

Time seemed to fly as they were given an
introduction from the owner of the club. The club was located in a
high trafficked area of LA that seemed to attract a lot of big
names in music. Not thinking about that, Joey looked to his left
that had the lineup of songs for the set, so he knew what was
coming next. Looking out in the crowd he was surprised at how
packed the club had become. Nothing like the small dives they had
played in the past, this was the real deal. Giving everything he
had to the music, he let Mickey take lead and when it came time for
the drum fill, he let his sticks fly showing everyone what he could
do.

When the song finished he was shocked at the
cheers and screams coming from the crowd, but it was time for a
break. He sure needed it. Not used to actual lights, he found
himself thirsty. He could use another shot, but drank some water
first, making sure he didn’t get sick and screw up his kit. He took
a breather and actually found a seat at the bar to rest for a
minute.

A young girl, who wore a, “I’m Twenty-one
Today,” sash and crown walked over to him.

“Hey, you guys are awesome. Do you guys take
requests?”

“Thanks for the compliment, but we don’t do
covers, we are all original,” he said as he went about drinking his
water. He wasn’t going to touch her. He needed to keep a clear head
if he wanted to finish this set and see what would happen next. He
spotted Marty talking with Mickey and some guys in expensive suits.
Looking around the club, he noticed a larger younger crowd. Typical
for this part. He was about to leave when he looked by the door to
a woman who was definitely not twenty-one. Starting with her shoes,
working his way up, she wore some type of boots with skintight
jeans that showed off all her natural curves. Such a contrast to
the skinny women who looked like toothpicks. Continuing his journey
up her body, she wore a black tank top with no crazy designs or
colors. It was a very simple outfit, but given her shape, it made
his c**k pay attention to her. A cute face that wasn’t covered in
make-up, at least that he could see, and brown hair that was
clipped in the front to keep it out of her face. She was definitely
someone he wanted to talk to. Watching as she and her friend, whom
he glanced at but didn’t give much thought, followed alongside.

Watching under hooded eye the two women asked
for rum and cokes before turning and talking to each other. He had
to get on stage soon, so he figured why not talk to her. The worst
that could happen is she ignored him.

“Hi, ladies,” trying to remember what manners
he did have.

“Umm, hi,” said the friend, while the beauty
who captured his interest looked down at her drink trying to avoid
eye contact.

“I’m Joey, and you ladies are?”

“Hi, Joey, I’m Casey, and this is
Skylar.”

“Skylar, that’s a unique name,” he thought
that sounded good. It'd been a while since he spoke normal to a
woman instead of his usual line of "Let's f**k."

“You ladies having fun?” he asked, trying to
make small talk, seeing if she would respond to him.

“We just got here. Heard the band is pretty
hot. Do you know them?” Oh so they came to see the band.

“Yup, they are pretty good.” He smiled
knowingly. “They go on in a few minutes. Do you like rock music,
Skylar?” He was trying to get her attention, and when she did look
up, warm brown eyes looked directly at him. Damn she was beautiful.
The women he had before didn’t even come close in comparison to
her.

“Yes, I like rock music, though I admit I
don’t get to listen to a live band very often.”

“Well then you’re in for a treat. Look, I got
to run, but can I talk to you later?” Hoping she would say yes, she
just smiled at him sweetly before nodding. He turned and ran to the
stage getting ready to start. He caught her in the audience and he
kept his eyes on her while the others welcomed them back. He
pointed his stick at her giving her a wink before counting out the
song. Then he was in the zone.

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