Page 72 of Scorned
“All I’m saying is Sage can be annoying as hell, but she’s cool in my book.”
Shayla smiled, turning back to me. “What the fanged one is attempting to convey is that he loves you like a sister.”
Winnie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back. “Yeah, an annoying little sister.”
“I love you too, Pooh Bear.” I gave him a mischievous grin, then winked.
One side of his mouth cocked up with a smirk, but the gleam in his eyes told me he was glad I said it.
“Pooh Bear!” Cece squealed, clapping her hands. “A pot of honey for Winnie, that’s funny!”
Winnie sighed heavily. “It’s Winston.”
“His name’s Winston. It’s Winston.” Cece frowned, then flicked her gaze to Shayla. “He says that a lot.”
Shayla let out a small laugh before clearing her throat. “Back on topic. I disclosed the story to tell you this. All of you have a role to play with the battle of fang and foe,” she said, turning her back to me and glancing at Jimmy. “Yes, that includes you, James Christopher Thomas.”
I leaned to the side, peeking around Shayla so I could see Jimmy, whose eyes were wide under his black-framed glasses.
“I didn’t say anything,” he muttered.
“You did not have to speak the truth. You feel useless among the strong, causing your light to be dim, but you must remember this. You shall not need fists to fight a battle when you have brains stronger than most metals.”
Jimmy’s brows rose before his expression turned prideful. “Thank you. I think.”
“The rabbits they run but cannot hide when the light of destiny is on your side,” Cece sang.
“Yes, sister. The rabbits are running now, but soon they will reveal the truths of their sciences and once they do, everyone should prepare for the long battle which is to come.”
“Can you explain what that means, exactly?”
No one answered my question. Instead, the three witches moved in unison as they circled the fire. With palms raised to the sky, they closed their eyes. The flames from the fire shot high, blue sparks shining bright as they spoke in unison . . . again.
“Fangs and silver destined to unite.
Foe becomes friend under lover’s light.
A new creature has formed, strong and mystique.
No spelled silver shall make it weak.
A family unfolds as the blood moon cries.
With fangs bared, together they rise.
Death will come when swords clash.
The fires burn bright, leaving nothing but ash.
When silver strikes, the snake will fall.
Only a new era of union will bring peace to all.”
Once they dropped their hands, the flames went back to normal.
Shayla turned, meeting my eyes. “Do you understand now?”
“I think.”
