Author: Aileen Erin
Category: Paranormal
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Teresa sat on my other side. She had four plates filled with food balanced on her tray with one giant glass of orange juice. “I’ve been stared at most my life. Before people didn’t like me or thought I was a weirdo. Now everyone’s more interested in a friendly way. Mostly.” She paused and looked around. “They’re curious. Just don’t let it get to you.” As she spoke—still glancing around the room, a wave of golden energy passed from her to the gathered wolves. Everyone starting moving—going about the day—in an answering ripple.
“Thank you.” The list of things I owed her for was growing by the second. I wasn’t sure how I’d ever pay her back. Especially after what Luciana had done to her…
“No problem.”
“I don’t like the stares,” Elsa said. She was so petite that even with her striking brown eyes and dark brown pixie cut she usually managed to get overlooked. But she liked it that way. “It’s impossible to stay hidden.”
A few more wolves sat down at our table—all of them Teresa’s friends. I liked Christopher the best of the boys. He was really fun and easy going. Talking to him was effortless.
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Adrian sat down next to Christopher, and I nearly groaned. It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, but he was so desperate to learn from us that it made it hard to talk about anything but magic. I liked to think I was more than just a bruja. More than just the sum of my abilities.
Admitting that even just to myself felt rude. Here I was, taking protection and hospitality from the wolves, and then begrudging them for wanting to learn more about me. It was the lack of sleep. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to start being openly cranky. Not acceptable.
Meredith was hilarious. I wished I had the guts to dye my hair fun colors. I’d met her a while ago, before Luciana shut down all relations between the young wolves and coven members. I’d always wondered what happened to her, so getting to know her again was nice.
Christopher threw a biscuit at Teresa, shocking me out of my reverie.
She caught it and looked at it almost like she was surprised it was in her hand. “Don’t throw food at me.”
“I just find it funny. All you witches think it’s such an adjustment being here.”
She threw the biscuit back at him a little harder. “Shut up. It was a hell of an adjustment and they’ve all gone through some rough things to get here. Don’t be an asshole.”
I felt my cheeks heating at her language.
“I think you’re embarrassing your cousin, cherie.”
“Sorry,” she said to me.
“No. It’s nothing.” I cleared my throat and handed Cosette a bowl of fruit. In exchange, she slid half the omelet across to me. I took a bite and nearly moaned. It was delicious, filled with asparagus, avocado, onion, and cream cheese. Not a combination I would’ve ever picked, but it was great. “Now this is amazing.” I drank a sip of coffee—which was brewed to perfection—and energy started coming back to me. I was going to have to carry around a cup of this all day to stay awake and alert.
“Knew you’d like it,” Cosette said.
“It’s a perfect omelet.”
“Are there veggies in your breakfast?” Christopher said. “That’s just wrong.”
“You’re awfully cheery for this hour,” Teresa said.
“I got up earlier and went on patrol with Adrian and Dastien, so I’m much more awake than usual. This is my second breakfast,” Christopher said proudly as he shook his long blond bangs out of his eyes.
Teresa snorted. “What are you? A hobbit?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I covered my mouth with my hand. If anything, being with the wolves was interesting, and the constant banter kept me from thinking about Luciana…
Great. Now I’m thinking about her again.
I dropped my fork with a clank and took a long drink of my coffee. When I set it down, everyone at the table was looking at me. “What?”
Teresa cleared her throat. “You know, if there’s anything I can do to help—”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Raphael muttered something but I didn’t need to hear it to know what he was saying. “I’m going to try a few spells to break our oaths. I was reading a book before bed last night, and it mentioned a combination of ingredients I haven’t tried yet. That could make the difference we need.” I took a bite of my omelet, but it suddenly had no flavor.
“Do you think you can break it?” Teresa asked.
“I think so.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound confident and probably failing. “I’ve only tried a few spells, so there’s bound to be one that works eventually.”
“I wish I could help,” she said.