Rising Wolf by Sarah E. Stevens

Author:Sarah E. Stevens [Stevens, Sarah E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Werewolf, Fantasy, Paranormal, Friendship, Motherhood, Witch, Dark Magic, Paranormal, Love Triangle
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2019-08-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

When I finally peeled myself away from Newt, I still didn’t want to stop touching him. I held his hand, that simple touch sending shivers of need through me. Newt’s eyes were nearly black in the night, his pupils swallowing the blue with desire.

“Um. Let’s go find Carson and get back to this,” I gestured between the two of us, “Later.”

“Absolutely.” Newt squeezed my hand.

My heart pounded as we glided through the still night toward the Pneumaphage’s lair. Two blocks west of the Mindspring mansion, we came across the parked rental car. Sheila and Tony had arrived ahead of us. I kept forgetting we didn’t need to hide in the shadows, we were incorporeal, so only wraiths could see us. And anything else that lived on the incorporeal plane or used focus serum. Or saw us by a different method. Okay. I needed to stop thinking that way or I would freak myself out.

I rubbed my thumb along the back of Newt’s hand to ground myself. Freckles glinted down his arms, signaling he was ready to call fire at any moment.

The old house occupied by DeVossen’s Mindspring sat silent on its lot with lights on in several windows, but no people visible. On the incorporeal plane, I couldn’t smell anyone or anything, which really disconcerted me now that we tried to scope out the building. My Were senses easily pierced a patch of darkness near the next door neighbor’s fence to see Tony—surprisingly enough in human form—and Sheila hunkered down, watching the house. I pulled Newt in that direction.

As we approached, Tony stood up abruptly and turned toward us. Instantly, I dropped Newt’s hand. Tony took half a step back, then dropped into his wolf in the space of a blink. He sat down and stared at me.

Sheila’s blue eyes took in this interaction and she raised an eyebrow.

“Julie?” said Newt.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Are you and Tony…?” He made a vague gesture toward the black wolf.

“No! Nothing’s going on with Tony.”

I still smelled the desire hanging in the air between me and Newt. I wanted to kiss him again. And I’d kissed Tony just hours ago, even though I didn’t want to. But I did. Kind of. Even though I didn’t.

“Are you sure?” Newt asked.

“Yes.”

I spoke firmly, but Newt moved further away from me and a frown creased his forehead.

“This is bad timing,” he said. “Let’s just focus on what we need to do.”

I nodded, feeling a twinge of panic race through me to join with the whirling ball of anxiety and fear for Carson. Had I messed up things with Newt already, before they even started?

Sheila waved to get my attention, motioned us closer then spoke.

We couldn’t hear her. I shook my head in frustration and held up my hands to show we didn’t understand.

Sheila mouthed a curse. Now that I understood. She said something to Tony, whose black ears flicked toward her before pointing ahead again. She frowned, then tried to communicate with her hands. She pointed at us, then at the house, mimed ignorance, and wiggled her fingertips.

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