Shadows Of A Wolf Moon(42)

Catty frowned and met Lucien’s gaze. He nodded.

Reluctantly Catty handed her phone over. Ella held the phone in the palm of her hand and closed her eyes. She spoke a few words in a language he didn’t recognize and the phone began to levitate. Music drifted from the phone like wisps of pink smoke. Ella opened her mouth, letting the pink swirls and music into her mouth. When the last note left the phone, she closed her mouth and swallowed.

The phone drifted down into her palm.

She held out the phone to Catty, who stared at it like it was a coiled snake.

“Whatever music you downloaded to your phone is gone.” Ella’s sing-song tone grated on Lucien’s nerves. If it grated his nerves, it had to be cutting Catty’s last one.

Catty snatched her phone and tucked it in her pocket.

“It’s your turn. Tell me who is taking the Guardians. Which other states have missing Guardians?” Lucien clenched his fists. He was done playing games with this witch and demanded answers.

Gone was the flirty curve of her mouth and the twinkle in her stare. Her gaze was empty and soulless, like a dead man’s. She had funeral eyes.

Her eyes glazed over as she stared straight ahead, focusing on some unseen picture.

“Lucien, the only Guardians missing are the ones from Arkansas. If the other states know what’s going on, they won’t dare get their hands dirty by saying anything. The Pack Master of Mississippi took a chance by even sending you to me. He knows nothing of the plan.”

“What plan?” He stepped forward. His gut twisted as impending doom pressed down on the back of his neck.

“The plan to wipe out all the Guardians. Arkansas is the beginning. With no Guardians in place, all hell will be loosened upon this earth.”

“Who is behind this?” He grabbed her arm and tightened his hold.

She blinked her eyes back into focus. She frowned and snatched her arms out of his hold. “I can’t see. All I know is you have to stop it. If any more Guardians get tortured and killed, then the other states won’t have your back. They want Arkansas out of the way. They know to break Arkansas, they need to break the Guardians.”

“What do you mean?” His heart thudded in his chest. This went further than he ever imagined.

“To break Arkansas, they know they have to eliminate your Pack Master, Barrett Middleton.”





Chapter Seventeen



“Who is behind this?” Lucien grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a shake.

“If you don’t stop grabbing me, I’m going to cast a spell to make your dick fall off.” She snarled and snatched herself out of his hold.

“I can’t see who’s behind this. Whoever is doing this has blocked my ability. It’s a veiling spell.” She narrowed her eyes. “And the only bitch stronger than me is a witch in New Orleans. Emmalise.” Hatred spilled from her eyes and settled into the hard press of her lips. She no longer looked like a twentysomething-year-old with a magic spell. She looked like the lethal, apocalyptic legend she was known for.

“She’s the one who stuck me in here. She’s the one who had me hunted, killed, and cursed inside this cemetery.”

“Were you screwing her boyfriend too?” Catty arched her brow.

“It was her husband.”

“Is there any way you can break the spell?” Lucien turned the conversation. He didn’t give a shit who was screwing who. That wasn’t why he was here.

“I’ll need the right ingredients, but yes, I can break the spell.” She looked up at him. “It won’t be easy, though.”

“Easy has never been my style. What do you need?” The quicker he got his info, the quicker he could report back to Barrett with hard evidence. Lucien dug in his leather jacket pocket and pulled out a pen and piece of paper.

She looked down as she scribbled on the paper. “You can only find the ingredients in the French Quarter. Once I break the spell, I’ll be able to tell you everything you want to know.”

“I don’t trust her, Lucien.” Catty slid close to his side.

“She’s all we have.” He didn’t either.

Ella grinned and cut her eyes at Catty. She handed the paper and pen back to Lucien. He stuffed it in his pocket. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m not going to take your lover. I’ve got my eye on another werewolf. Barrett Middleton.”

Interesting. He’d have to warn his Pack Master never to go to Yazoo City.

The murmur of approaching voices and laughter had him tensing. He glanced around and spotted a group of teens in the distance.

“I think we have company.” Ella’s eyes blazed bright green as she glanced over her shoulder. “You two should go.”