"That her!" I did a three sixty to Quinn, and some girl was in his face. I rolled my eyes and focused back on the woman, finding her exiting the booth. She vanishes to the rear of the club toward the kitchen. I couldn't resist her allure and ditched my brother to go after her. She entered the kitchen, making swift right turns. "Hey!" I called out, losing her in the pair of white sleeves, but she kept going right out the exit door.

I hastened my steps outside to an empty gravel parking lot with old school parked cars and a fenced-in warehouse next door. "What the hell."

A limb hooked my neck with wine floral Freddy Kroger nails on my cheek. "Is it true, love?" Her lavender breath warms my ear. "Let's find out." She dimpled my skin, threatening to penetrate it as the pressure was near a sting.

"Try it, and your head becomes tumbleweeds." A stern masculine voice I know well demanded of the witch. She released me, fingers wiggling in the air, while I noticed Carina had her knife to her throat. Bora catered to my side, checking my face to make sure I was okay. "Did she hurt you?"

"No." I helped his hand to my cheek.

"I guess it is true love." The witch cackled into the air. "I have lived long enough to honor this glorious day. My master finally spoils me with life's gems." She cackles with delicate hands on her stomach.

"Don't get comfortable. You might not see you tomorrow." Bora backfired, and Carina pressed the knife firmer.

"So confident. So stern. So... alpha. Do you think she is prepared for the real you?" She eyed me with a conniving smirk and then him, as though she had it all figured out. "I see she doesn't know your true nature." Her ferocious cackled into the air, trying to jerk out of Carina's grip, annoyed. "Do you mind? I am clearly no threat here." She released her. "I see the universe connecting you with a love that is the most troublesome, hideous looking creature you will ever face in this world. Humans. All of them. Your past life must have been diabolical."

Bora sighed in annoyance and low patience. "Xann sent us. Help us. So we can get out of your hair."

"Hmm. Save those who come and delay those who hold death in their eyes." She heeds his words, mumbling in a whisper, fiddling with her mouth, pacing, searching for something in her mind. "We can not talk here. Come to my home."

"Which is?"

"You little snoopers forgot already. I bet you didn't forget what you did before you got here." She waved a finger at us like you do to naughty children. Everybody turned to me in confusion.

"What did you do?" Quin asked. This heifer better not blast us like this. I know it was inappropriate, but in my defense, no one was around. At least, I thought. Bora glimpsed at me with a smirk, but shame and guilt washed over me.

"Anyway. If you want to find them, come to my home and I will tell you everything." She walks away towards a classic three wheel car. The house is in an awful shape. Where would we talk?

Qu runs past me. "Damn, you own one of these? I've seen it on TV but never in person." He fan girl rubbing the peanut butter leather material. "Please, let me drive it."

"So you can do ungodly things to it?" She waves him away. "Ha, no."

"Alright." Quinn's disappointed face heads toward his motorcycle, unhooking it from the RV.

Her eyes raised with interest. "Unless you give me a ride on that contraption."

Quinn turned around while keeping it cool. "Deal." He winked at her. What a damn flirt.

"Me first!" Carina twisted her lip.

"You can't be jealous. Not you." Miska hung on her shoulder, wobbling her chin.

"Of course not. I saw him first, so it's only fair that I ride first."

"Ride, huh?" Quinn chuckles in a slick way, sliding on his helmet, stopping it at his mouth. "That's what she said." Then put it on.

"Whatever." She frowns, sharpening her knife aggressively.

"Sure." Miska gently nudged her jaw, pulling her wrist to guide her toward the RV. Wooly stayed neutral and silent the entire time we were here. I'm kind of surprised he didn't have a comeback for any of it. Now that I see it, something has changed with them. What happened in the RV on the way into town?

"They seem to warm up to each other, huh?" Bora nudged me with his elbow.

"Yeah. It's strange. By the way, what did the witch mean by the real you?" I touched his elbow for him to slow up for his attention. "I feel like I know you pretty well, right?"

"She is trying to get a rise out of you like Carina did when you guys first met you. You know everything about me." He kissed my forehead. "There is nothing I have hidden from you. Even if I tried, it was in your face the entire time." He is confident in his statement with gentle eyes.

"Right." I said. He squeezed both of my palms and reassuringly smiled, then left me where I was. I glanced at my hands, watching them quiver. I shook it off and took a deep breath that shivered my lips. Why am I on edge? It is true. My Alpha, I mean, my boyfriend, is a good guy.

We cruise the road by rushing cars in silence, letting the wind tease my hair. I glanced at his way, drawn to him more than I ever was before. There is something about him that varied. When he first came home, he was his usual self. But it changed, and day by day, his eyes were growing darker and less spirited. It must be seven shadows.

I can feel the hatred burning inside of him.