I smile, pleased by the little compliment. It’s good to know I didn’t change Bobo’s life too much. I would have felt bad if they had him resign from some position to be my bodyguard. Now that I think about it, Bobo should still be aware of the Black Corp’s whereabouts...
“Bobo, that engagement with the Gold Moon Clan girl... It would be quite profitable for Damian’s company, right?”
He gives me a surprised look and stops at a red light. I can tell he’s looking for the right words to answer. After a while, the car starts moving again.
“The King Family owns most of the Gold Financial establishments of Silver City; that’s the reason their Clan is doing so well. The only other Clans in the same field are the Pearl and Sapphire Moon. The Black Corporation is mostly in techs and telecoms.”
“The kind of field that requires lots of money and transactions...”
Bobo nods. So, being allied with the Gold Financial would be incredibly beneficial for them... I feel a bit depressed now. That Alessandra King really has everything that would make her the perfect wife. A strong Clan backing her, the looks, the power...
“Bobo, could you give me a crash course about those things? What the other Clans specialize in, the big companies they are represented with, and such?”
“Sure, but why?”
“I just feel like it’s high time I knew about these things...”
Even if Damian and I are together from now on, I can’t keep walking around totally clueless about my surroundings. It’s not all about fighting with my fists, I get that. It maynot be my primary field, but I still ought to know the basics. Maybe this way, I will finally be able to find a solution on how to help the Brothers from now on.
Bobo parks in front of the restaurant, and hands me a bag. “As you asked, I brought you some clothes. I took what I could find in your wardrobe, hope that will be okay.”
I check the content, but what Bobo chose seems perfect for work.
“Thank you, Bobo. I’ll just use the restaurant’s changing room.”
“And you also have mail.”
Mail? But I’ve never received any mail before. I don’t even know my own address! I check the envelope Bobo hands me, it’s indeed my name on it... I don’t recognize the handwriting. For a second, I thought it might be Liam, but he would have texted me, and this handwriting is obviously a female’s. It doesn’t seem to be Elena’s. I open it.
“Dear Nora,
We have never met yet, so I decided to write to you first. We have many things in common, but first, I believe we both want to preserve the peace in Silver City. I know many people are acting in the shadows to disturb that peace, and I do not intend to let them do so. I figured you might like having a new ally. You will feel suspicious: I cannot tell you my full identity yet, but I am a Witch.
Of course, I am fully aware werewolves and witches aren’t always on the best terms, but we might have to. As the only Witch of Silver City, I have no intention to leave, and no intention to let another Witch on my territory either. That other witch who attacked Silver City a while ago, is the one I think about. She might be gone for now, but I believe she will return.
A War between the packs would be precisely the kind of opportunity she will wait to strike again. I do not usually meddle in those kinds of things, but I cannot let that happen. However, I am powerless in that situation. So, I decided to rely on you, Nora Bluemoon.
I will give you my help, if you help me preserve the peace in Silver City. I will not ask for anything else. Keep the butterfly with you, he can be of help. Please, do not talk about my letter to anyone. The contents will hide from any eyes but yours, so you may keep it.
Finally, be careful about who you approach. The Gold Moon Clan may have presented a golden offer to your mate, but they are much more dangerous than they seem, and their interests may lie somewhere else.
Have faith in yourself, Nora Bluemoon.
Sincerely yours,
A Friendly Witch”.
I keep staring at the letter, stunned. A Witch? Does a Witch want to ally herself with me? I still can’t believe it, this all sounds so unreal! I check the envelope, but there is no name, no clue to who sent this and how. At the bottom of her letter, next to her signature, a butterfly is beautifully drawn. How am I supposed to keep it with me? Shall I keep the letter? While I’m wondering this, I see the drawing suddenly move by itself! The little butterfly flaps its wings twice, and takes off, flying away from the paper. Amazed, I watch the now very living butterfly fly around a few seconds before it comes to land on my hair like some ornament.
What sorcery is this? This butterfly is now very alive and standing proudly on one of my curls.
“Nora?”
Bobo looks at me, worried. I’m speechless, and before I can formulate any thought, I see his eyes drawn to the letter.
“What is this? It’s blank?”
Blank? He takes the letter and flips it over several times like he is looking for something. Oh, my Goddess, this is real. Bobo can’t see what is written there. It’s just as the Witch said. I raise my finger, showing the butterfly in my hair.
