“My boy,” she replied with a sad smile, “would you have believed me if I told you?” She answered for him. “No, you wouldn’t have, and you would have told me to leave so you could go back to the dark hole you have been hiding in for far too long.”
He buried his face in his hands and cried. He cried for the love he lost two hundred years ago and for the fear of losing her again.
“Get your tears out, young man,” Marie said. “They are a sign of the strength of your love. You will need that strength to get through the next couple of weeks. The time will come when the moon is full and high in the sky, and innocent blood would be shed to appease only the mortal beings on Earth trying to atone for their own wickedness. Be ready for that night, for only then will you sense her and be able to find her. Attack with all the clan has to save her.”
Theo’s heart calmed, and he looked up, hardened and determined.
“At least Marie does not speak in riddles like all of the witches in the movies and books do,” he told Ivan. “I understand exactly what she is saying.”
“It takes too much time to come up with crazy riddles. It’s easier to just spit out what I’ve got to say,” she said, laughing.
“Now, I need to get back to my afternoon soaps,” she said. “Is that handsome young dragon able to take me back?”
As though he were waiting just outside the door and eavesdropping on the conversation, Draco appeared.
“I am here,” he said.
“Maybe this time, can you do a few dips, like a roller coaster?” Marie asked. “I haven’t been on one of those for ages.”
“What if you fall?” Draco asked.
“Then, you had better catch me.” The old woman cackled as they headed out the door.
Ivan smiled. “I’ve known her since we were kids. She has always been a little crazy. But I guess if you’re a witch, you have to be,” he said.
Then, his attention turned back to Theo. “Now, we have to make a plan for getting your Gemma back.”
Theo stood. “I have a plan. I’m going to destroy the wolf shifter pack.”
