“Why?”
“Well, wolves all have a scent and if you go around without having one, it would be suspicious. But cloaking is good for a lot of things.”
“Spying being the first and best use of it.” Ronnie tossed out.
“Spying? It’s 2018. Why would I need to spy?”
“I don’t know.” He grinned. “But I have a feeling you need all the tricks you can come up with.”
“So,” my father redirected. “Bring back the candle to change your scent.” I relit the candle and gave a small thumbs up. My father leaned in to smell my cheek and pulled back. “It’s almost like you have three scents. Citrus and berries, vanilla and cinnamon, and peaches. Your mother smelled a little of peaches.” His smile was a little sad. He shook himself and moved back to the desk. “Okay, so while the candle is going, I want you to focus on something else. Ronnie will stay next to you and note any time your scent changes.”
“What do you want me to focus on?”
My father tossed me a book that looked aged and I caught it. “Pick something you want to learn.”
“What is this?”
“That is my book of shadows.” My dad leaned in. “Something that is usually passed down from witch to witch, but our family’s book was lost when my grandmother’s house was burned down during the attack. I started my own and filled it with everything she taught me.” His face was sad. “I wish I could give you hers…”I got up and ran out of the room with my father calling after me. “Amy!”
I ran to my room and punched into my safe and grabbed the book that was hidden there and ran back. I was out of breath from excitement, but I knew he needed to see this.
“Why do you have a rock?” Ronnie’s confused voice watched as I slammed the book on my father’s desk, but I ignored him.
“How did you get this?” My father’s voice shook with an emotion I couldn’t put my finger on, but he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.
“I was told to go to the cabin. I was told where to find it.” I whispered back.
My father took a deep breath and wrapped his hands around the book. There was a snap in the air, and a tear fell from my father’s eye.
“Don’t cry, my boy. Everything is how it needs to be.” We both jolted and whirled to face the new person in the room.
Chapter Thirty
“G
randma.” My dad stood and went to grab for her but she held up her hand.
“I’m not here, boy-o. Not really here. She pulled me to you with that.” She pointed to the book.
“Your book of shadows. I thought it was lost.” He turned back to the book and hovered his hands over it.
“It wasn’t lost, it was hidden.” She looked over at me and smiled. “It was found by who it was meant to be found by.” She walked over and hovered her hands around my father’s face, almost cupping it. “I’ve missed you. But I can’t stay. Watch out for the darkness.”
“I love you.” His whisper was soft.
“And I you.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead, and then she was gone.
He looked over at me and I could see the devastation there. “You met her?”
I nodded. “She helped me find myself, my inner self, anyway, so that I could find my power. Even then, the Moon Goddess had to give me a push.”
“You met the moon goddess?” Ronnie leapt up and rushed over.
“I don’t actually know.” I lifted a shoulder and looked back at my dad, who nodded.
“We all do. She is the final push to connect to our power.” He patted my hair. “It’s why we can’t tell you what will happen, because she will only come when you are ready. And if you knew she would come…”
“I wouldn’t have tried so hard to connect with my power,” I finished, and he agreed.
