Dark Wolf by Callie Rose

Author:Callie Rose [Rose, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 54401426
Published: 2020-10-09T05:00:00+00:00

16

Sable

I don’t have any expectations of what a witch’s home should look like, but the moment I set foot inside the small cabin, I know I’ve stepped into a place of magic.

Bundles of dried herbs hang from the rafters, creating a forest of fragrant leaves that spreads out over the room. Some of them hang low enough that I have to brush away long branches of sage and rosemary with my fingers as I head toward Gwen.

A small fire burns in the hearth, making the cabin feel stiflingly warm and intensifying the herbal scent. The mantel above the stone fireplace is laden with a number of glass jars full of strange liquids and other things I don’t even want to guess at.

The cabin is simple enough that it’s just one big room with two doors, and Gwen’s small bed sits in one corner, the blankets neatly made up and a number of quilted pillows perched against the headboard. Other than the bed, there’s a storage chest and an armoire, plus a small kitchenette area equipped with a wood stove, a hand-pump sink, and a kitchen table with three chairs.

But much more interesting than the rustic mountain atmosphere of the place are the sigils.

There’s evidence of magic all around Gwen’s home. I notice sigils painted on the walls and floors, black marks on the furniture, and little bits of black smoke twisting lazily in the hazy air. My skin runs cold as I watch my mates pad softly through the room, too close to the black smoke for my comfort, but the wafting magic doesn’t seem to care about their presence. My men eye the smoke warily, hackles raised as if waiting for the other shoe to drop, but nothing happens.

Even as terrifying as it is to see so much witch magic everywhere, as ingrained in this cabin as the trees that built it, something about it feels familiar too. As if an entire half of my soul recognizes the witch magic as an ally, making it feel almost comfortable to be around it.

Reaching down, I slide my fingers into Ridge’s thick fur, and he follows me across the floor of the cabin without a sound. None of my men shift to human form, which makes sense. Even though those forms would be less of a threat to Gwen, they want to stay in their strongest forms, ready to attack if the witch puts even one toe out of line. I know that being in this cabin surrounded by witch magic goes against every instinct my mates have, and I’m infinitely grateful they came with me.

As Ridge said the night I ran off on my own, they’ll follow me even if I walk through hell.

I halt just beyond the kitchen table. It too is covered in black sigils that seem to waver with smoke when I look at them sideways. My heart thunders in my chest, and as if he can sense my rapid pulse, Ridge leans closer to me.

Gwen slides a thick copper kettle into the flames in the fireplace.

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