by Cooke, CJ
Dom was watching her in shock. Clearly, whatever she’d done was difficult. He leaned over in interest, checking out her spell work. Magic wasn’t something I was familiar with, and it all went a bit over my head. Wyatt slowly walked back over to us, clutching his stomach and groaning. When Frannie looked up and saw his face, she just laughed and offered him the chewed ear with a smile.
“Erm, no thanks. I’m good,” Wyatt mumbled, before taking a few worried steps away from her.
Wyatt pulled his sword free from Octavia and then walked over to the window, which overlooked the back of the house. “The demons have gone,” he said. “Someone should check the front.”
He didn’t return to us, and I got the impression he didn’t want to be around Frannie. She was harmless, really. We had far worse things to worry about than her.
Dom nodded and walked out of the room. He came back a short while later and confirmed the demons seemed to have left. The pack guards were running the perimeter to check they weren’t lingering nearby.
We all just stood there looking between each other. I didn’t know what we were supposed to do next. How were we supposed to come back from this?
“What is all of this?” I asked Dom, peering down at the wheel.
“Portal,” Frannie said, sidling up to me and leaning her head onto my shoulder. I tried not to think about how close she was to my ear.
“So, all of this, was just to open another portal? But where to?” I asked, confused.
“Aria,” Frannie frowned down at the spell wheel and scuffed one foot against the first line of runes. “Needed strong magic.”
Dom knelt and started to consider the spell wheel in front of him. “All of this time. How could I have not seen this? Not seen there was something wrong with her?”
“I was there too,” I told him. “She seemed completely fine, normal even,” I assured him. Dom was going to take this hard. He was going to start placing the blame on himself now, for not stopping this earlier.
“Aria must have them worried,” Wyatt said. He was still standing at the window, staring out.
He was right. Perhaps there was hope. If they were willing to do all of this, just to try and stop Aria. It had to mean something. It had to mean we should have hope.
Note From The Author
Thank you so much for making it through to the end of the second book. This is going to be a three-book series, so just one more to find out if Aria and her mates are finally going to be successful.
When I first got the idea for this series, Aria was only going to have her three mates. However, the fans spoke, and they wanted more mates. So you got more mates!
It really helps me if you write a review for the book so that I can make sure that you all like what I’m writing. Constructive criticism is just that, constructive. It helps me to get better at what I do. Just try not to be too mean because I totally will cry if you are
