New Narrator Completes Books 4 & 5 and Starts Book 6
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| Jake Williams |
Bill Jacobson, narrating as Jake Williams, is the new narrator for my series. He has finished the narration for Wolf's Huntsman & Wolf's Trust. He has started on Wolf's Reign, and it should be available sometime in September. Wolf's Huntsman and Wolf's Trust are available on Audible and Amazon.
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Wolf's Huntsman on Audible
DEWolf's Trust on Audible
Wolf's Huntsman and Wolf's Trust on Amazon
Other News
- Magnus and Bess have temporarily moved to Tala Ridge Ranch.
- The Eagle Congregation claims King Nate and the shifters are bound by a treaty he knows nothing about.
- Josh's mate-to-be is a witch.
- A blood witch is performing evil magic in La Veta.
Chapter 2
Current Time
Patricia Holmes slipped inside the back door of her coven’s two-story mansion. With unpacking still to do, most rooms had stacks of boxes in the corners. At one time, it was a beautiful home. These days, the faded wallpaper hung in strips. The dry wood flooring was splintered enough that she didn’t dare walk barefooted through the house, and the ceiling sported huge brown water spot stains.
The only thing going for it was that it was large enough to
house the entire coven. With fourteen bedrooms in the main house, the thirteen
witches in the coven each had their own room, while the fourteenth room was
used as a meeting place. The attic was set aside as Patricia’s bedroom. She
hadn’t come into her power and wasn’t yet a member of the coven.
Not that she minded. It kept her out of most of the coven’s
schemes. After her father died and Neesha took over as high priestess, Patricia
was careful to stay out of her way. She wasn’t sure why, but the woman’s aura
scared her. Tiptoeing up the servant's stairs in the kitchen, Patricia winced
when she stepped on a board that squeaked.
“That you, Patricia?”
Huffing out a silent breath, Patricia turned around and
headed back into the kitchen. “Yeah, Mom, it’s me.”
Casidhe Holmes walked into the kitchen and stood beside the
antique, oak butcherblock that desperately needed sanding and resurfacing with
tung oil. She made a show of lifting Patricia’s late father’s pocket watch
hanging from a heavy gold chain about her neck and looking at the face. “Do you
know what time it is?”
“Yes, Mother. I’m late.”
“Why? What have you been up to?”
Patricia lifted her chin, meeting her mother’s angry gaze.
“I was at school. They just let us go a bit ago.”
“What? Why would they keep you so late?”
“There was…” Patricia hesitated. Her mother's anger wasn’t
something anyone wanted. “We had a lockdown. Armed men came to school. When the
police had everything under control, they released us. I’ve been stuck in my
classroom most of the day.”
Her mother’s eyes glazed, searching Patricia’s aura for
truth. Patricia sighed, her shoulders rolling forward. “It’s true.”
“Why didn’t you call?”
“My phone was in my locker.”
Blinking, her mother’s eyes returned to their normal hazel
appearance. “You could have contacted me with magic.”
“I was safe, Mom.”
“Were they looking for you?”
“Why would they look for me?”
Her mom gave her ‘the look’ and frowned. “People can be
influenced by the others.”
Patricia repressed a sigh. “As far as I know, Mom, there are
no dragons or vampires here. And even if there are, how would they know I was
there?”
“There are other others, too, you know.”
Careful to keep her face blank, Patricia nodded. “I know.”
She waved at the stairs behind her. “I have homework. May I go?”
Casidhe hesitated, then gave her a single nod. “Very well.
You missed supper. Do you want a sandwich?”
“I’m not hungry right now. If it’s okay, I’ll come down and
get one later.” When her mother didn’t object, Patricia hurried upstairs to her
room. Shutting the attic door, she blew out an explosive breath. Until she
figured out why the werewolves were here, she didn’t intend to tell the coven.
They might decide to spell wolves. For some reason she hadn’t figured out,
Patricia didn’t want them to mess with Josh.
Casidhe closed her eyes and let her head droop as soon as Patricia was out of sight. Despair washed over her. If only demons hadn’t killed Herbert… A slight sound brought her head up and her eyes open. The coven high priestess, Neesha Driscoll, stood in the doorway, her head tilted to the left, watching. Swallowing hard, Casidhe bowed her head and waited.
“The schools were attacked?”
“That’s what Patricia said, High Priestess.”
Neesha tossed her hand in dismissal. “Unimportant. As long
as she is not injured.”
“No, High Priestess.”
“It is time to begin her preparation.”
“But…”
“You know why we came to this place, Casidhe. The ley lines
are so powerful here, the spell will last for centuries.”
“But she’s a child, Priestess!”
“Yes. And she will be a powerful witch. Her power will imbue
the coven with vitality.”
Biting her lip, Casidhe raised her head to peer at Neesha’s
glittering eyes. “But at such a cost! The loss of most of her powers! There
must be another way…”
“There is not.” Eyes narrowing, Neesha crossed the kitchen
toward Casidhe. “You knew this when we came here. Why do you hesitate now?”
Like she’d had a choice. Casidhe turned her head to the
side, her chin almost touching her shoulder. She whispered. “She’s my only
child, High Priestess.”
That's all for now. Take care and stay safe,
