Shifting Silence (Mane Shift Book 1) by Laura Bickle

Author:Laura Bickle [Bickle, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Shifters, werewolves, paranormal, witches, urban fantasy
Publisher: Syrenka Publishing LLC
Published: 2021-02-21T00:00:00+00:00

IT TOOK RENAN A BASKET of muffins and a half-pound of bacon to get through his story. Celeste put some eggs on, cracking them against the side of the cast-iron skillet she’d threatened him with. Bristol was given a scrambled egg, but I was mindful not to overfeed him in his recovering state.

“And you have no idea how this Tooth of Thralls works?” Celeste demanded.

Renan shook his head. “I only know Silva kept it with him, and that it had something to do with the first time he was changed into a maned wolf. Him, and the others in the Casimir.”

I frowned. “So he’s got shifters in his collection. And other magical artifacts.”

“Yeah. Silva definitely made other shifters, but I don’t know what all he was able to do before I came into the picture. I do know that he’s got a treasure trove of magical artifacts.” His mouth turned down. “Fortunately, I haven’t seen that shirt made from human skin in action.”

I shredded a piece of bacon with my fingers. “Is it possible that Silva has a bird?”

“He’s got a bird. What do you mean?”

I described the harpy eagle I’d seen. “But the good news is that Celeste’s wards worked. It can’t cross into our property.”

“Yet,” Celeste grumbled. “This is worse than I thought. It’s only a matter of time until the Casimir are on our doorstep.”

“But you can do that thing...with the pots and pans...” Renan flung his hand around the kitchen. “And the cops are here.”

“That won’t mean much of anything,” Celeste said.

Renan rubbed his ribs.

I jerked my chin at him. “Let me see.”

The corner of his mouth turned down, but he lifted his shirt. A purple bruise covered his ribs, but the edges were already starting to fade to green. “I dunno. It seems like your aunt is plenty dangerous enough to me.”

“A kitchen tornado isn’t enough to fight an army of Casimir,” Celeste said.

“Celeste is an air witch,” I supplied.

He lifted an eyebrow. “And an excellent cook, and I appreciate you feeding me before I take off. The Casimir will be looking for me.”

Impulsively, I reached for his hand. “It’s okay. We’ll hide you.”

His hand was warm, and his fingers twined around mine. His hazel eyes were soft, the color of moss. “That’s too much to ask. These people are dangerous. I should hit the road.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Celeste poured more coffee into his mug. “We need your help to fight them.”

He exchanged glances with Celeste, then with me, and finally with Bristol, who was attempting to beg a piece of bacon from his plate. I thought of the locket charm still in my pocket. Somehow, I knew he could help.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I didn’t want to say that Renan smelled a bit like wet dog, but he did. He smelled like an intriguing wet dog, but dog, nonetheless.

I led him upstairs to the clawfoot bathtub, turning on the hot water tap. I kept the salt and potions on their shelf, away from the bathwater.

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