Witchy Wolf 3
Hey y’all. Sorry I haven’t posted much in a while. Real life kind of hit me with a 1-2 punch, so I’ve gotten behind on stuff. Fret not though, Book 3 of the Witchy Wolf series IS in progress, and here’s a little sneak peak for you. Keep in mind this is “super rough hasn’t had any editing done yet” excerpt, lol.
How did a 300 year old witch who’s stripped of her powers and looks and walks like she is eighty years old escape from a mental institution? That was the question everyone in the compound mulled over in their heads the day after my wedding. Gabe sent Ben and Brady, the twin enforcers of the pack, to investigate. So far, none of us had come up with any explanations.
“She must have had outside help,” my father suggested. He lounged on the couch, his suit crisp and unwrinkled, and there wasn’t a hair out of place on his head. It amazed me how the man looked like perfection despite the fact that none of us had slept much the night before. Unfortunately for Gabe and myself, it wasn’t due to the normal wedding night activities a bride and groom normally participate in.
“There’s another possibility,” my grandmother offered. She sipped coffee from a bright blue mug that Emily had handed to her a few moments before and rested with her legs tucked underneath her on the far end of the same couch my father lounged on. “It’s one that I am loathe to entertain, but knowing your mother’s propensity for evil doing, it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.”
I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to like what my grandmother was about to say. She’d certainly captured the attention of everyone in the room. Gabe and I sat on the smooth leather couch across from them while Harmony and Jacob rested on the huge pillows on the floor, and Emily hovered around in the background ready to ply us with more coffee and homemade doughnuts. The rest of my family had been shooed off into other rooms because having everyone in the same room had caused too much noise and chaos as all of my aunts and uncles and even some of my cousins threw in their two cents worth.
“What if she didn’t lose all of her magic as we have assumed?”
I felt my heart trip in my chest at the possibility. “But Gran, how could that be possible? And why would she remain in that asylum for almost 13 years if she had magic?”
Gran held up her hands. “Just hear me out.”
Gabe leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. Every muscle in his body was tensed as if he was about to spring into motion. It surprised me that he hadn’t become stiff and sore because he’d been that way since I received the call about my mother the night before.
“Maybe she only lost most of it, and she’s remained in the institution all of this time because it took that long for her magic to recharge. Of course she’s going to continue to look as though she’s 80 years old. Any change in her appearance would create confusion but wouldn’t necessarily be to her benefit, at least not until she was able to act on it.”
“But there wasn’t anything during my visit to indicate her magic was regenerating.”
At this my father swung his feet down to the floor and sat up. “Are you sure? No sense of weirdness or wrongness? No strange vibe?”
His questions made me think of the sudden feeling towards the end of the visit that I needed to get out of the room as quickly as possible. “Well…maybe. Right before I left, I got the sudden urge to bolt out the door. It’s one of the reasons I left when I did.”
My father tapped a finger on his chin. “Then Mother’s explanation is a valid possibility. If the demon did not take every single drop of your mother’s magic, then it would regenerate over time. It’s how magic works.”
“But 13 years?” piped Harmony. “That’s an awfully long time.”
“She possessed strong magic. For someone that powerful, it would take years to regain full power, so we can’t discount the theory.” My father stood and smoothed down his pants, though there was no need to do so.
“But I don’t have anything to worry about, right? I mean, you and my uncles encircled the compound with a powerful protection spell, didn’t you?”
“Yes, and it should hold.”
Gabe straightened up quickly. “What do you mean should?”
My father glanced at Gabe before sauntering over to the window to look out upon the front yard. “I meant it should. However, nothing is fool-proof, not even elven magic. Every spell has a counter spell or a failing point. It’s not likely to happen as the secrets of Elven magic are closely guarded, but I would be remiss if I didn’t at least tell you there was a possibility.”
I crossed my arms and frowned at my father’s back. “So in other words, as long as the spell doesn’t fail, I’m stuck in the compound?”
Gabe turned his head and looked at me. “You’re damned right you are.”