Page 79 of Witch's Moon
Kael’s fists clenched at his side. “No,” he growled. “She wouldn’t kill herself.”
“You can’t know that for sure.” Caleb sighed. “The pack would never speak to me of her, but now Ethan’s dead, I’ll find out what they know. Where she was last seen. It will give us a starting point.”
“I never felt her,” Kael said. He rubbed a hand over his forehead. “Why would I not sense her presence?”
Caleb shrugged. “Maybe she didn’t want you to.”
Kael turned away. He strode to the edge of the clearing and stood staring into the darkness. After a few minutes, the tension drained from him, and he turned back.
“We’ll find her, if she’s alive.” His eyes looked beyond Caleb to where the pack waited. “We want you to join the Council,” he said.
“What? Why?”
“We decided it’s not good to leave the wolves outside the supernatural community. We still don’t know exactly what your father was involved in, but whatever it is we don’t want it to happen again.”
Caleb stared at him, eyes narrowed. “I’ll think about it.”
Kael smiled slightly at the answer. “Good. Now what was going on here tonight?”
Regan stepped forward. Kael’s eyes dropped to her near naked body. She scowled, then whispered a word and was fully dressed in black pants, boots, and a black sweater. She held Kael’s shirt, and she handed it to him; he was too distracting half naked.
She thought for a moment, getting the facts ordered in her mind. “Ethan was working with someone. I think he must have been working with them for a long time, at least before Caleb was born.”
“He was given your sister as payment for his loyalty,” Caleb said.
“So, whoever it is must have some connection with the fire-demons, as we know Kyla was taken by Sorien,” Kael said. “But you don’t have any idea who it could be?”
Caleb turned to Regan, one eyebrow raised. She ignored the look. “No, we don’t know who he was working with.”
“Don’t you?” Caleb asked, and she swung round to stare at him.
The truth was—she couldn’t know for sure, and until she did, she wasn’t saying anything.
She glanced across the clearing at the pyre. A bonfire on Samhain night to call someone from another world. Who would come through if she lit that fire tonight? She looked back to find them all watching her.
“No, I don’t know,” she replied.
Caleb shook his head but didn’t say anything further. Kael looked at her, then shrugged.
“Okay. We’ll head back to the Council and go over everything in detail. We’ll find something.”
Catrin came to stand beside her. “Do you want to know that spell now?”
“What spell?” Regan asked absently.
Catrin sighed loudly; she clearly hadn’t forgiven her yet. “The spell to reverse the werewolf bite.”
Regan glanced up and saw Caleb watching her. “You’re going to reverse the bite?” he asked.
He sounded shocked, and she frowned. “I told you Catrin was looking for a spell.”
Something close to betrayal flickered in his eyes, and a jolt of guilt stabbed her. But she couldn’t think about this now. Caleb turned away, and Regan swallowed down the words to call him back, to apologize for something she hadn’t even done yet. She’d never lied to him about looking for the spell. He knew all along that she had no intention of remaining a wolf. Still, the guilt filled her mind as she watched him walk away toward his pack.
“I take it you don’t want the spell right now,” Catrin said following her gaze.
“Later,” she muttered.
Regan wandered away from Catrin toward the bonfire. She couldn’t shake free of the idea that had planted itself in her brain. She needed to know for certain. How could they fight someone if they had no clue who or what they were fighting?
