The Voice of Bees (The Bee Witch Book 1) by Elizabeth A. Reeves

Author:Elizabeth A. Reeves [Reeves, Elizabeth A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Kit

Terra may have claimed that she had the pack on her side, but I still had friends enough to make sure that my things, and my files, would be hidden away somewhere that she couldn’t get to them and destroy them as she had promised she would.

The most precious of my books and files, that I couldn’t afford to leave behind, even in a safe place, I had strapped into my special backpack, which, thanks to science and a little bit of magic, stretched to fit me perfectly when I shifted. I usually used it for extra-long trips in bear form, but this would work in a pinch. It helped to have luggage that I could wear in human and bear form.

Though I was a little conspicuous in bear format and it normally wouldn’t be my chosen shape this close to clan lands, I had a hunch that it would be easier for me to track down Kinley and her abductors like this, instead of blindly driving up and down random roads in my truck.

Which truck Terra could rightfully claim was clan property that I currently had no claim to use since she was ‘banishing’ me from the clan. And I wasn’t going to give her the opportunity to be even pettier than she’d been acting ever since Penny had died.

Whatever. The truck was the least of my worries.

My backpack now contained mostly books, a few changes of clothing—including Kinley’s own backpack, which I had discovered in the trash bin outside the lodge—and a few provisions, including about a quart of our best honey.

I didn’t know if that much honey would end up being useful, but I was looking for a bee witch, so I figured honey might come in handy, and the added weight wasn’t an issue for me in either form.

Plus, in bear-form I couldn’t get enough of the sticky stuff. In human form, I found it to be a little too sweet. As a bear, it was like a hot fudge brownie sundae, the kind that always ends too soon for the taste buds and too late for the waistline. Only bears didn’t care about keeping a slender profile.

Either way it went, the honey was not going to go to waste. I just hoped that the triple wrapping I’d put around it would keep it from leaking and getting my books and papers all sticky and ruined.

In bear form, I might just go ahead and eat all those sticky pages and I couldn’t afford to lose all that knowledge just because I was a pig with longer fur when it came to honey. I might still have my mind in bear form, but instincts were hard to fight. And every bear I’d ever met, shifter or not, practically had a fetish for honey. The craving was literally that strong.

I’d set out from the clan camp as soon as I’d been able to arrange the smuggling of all my other papers and books out of the lodge and to a safe, undisclosed location.

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