Liam leaped into the woods. Liam nipped at Nick playfully and they took off. It had been a very long time since I had dwelled on not being able to shift. I wondered briefly if it was my witch side that was stopping my wolf from coming out. I sighed. If that was my hope, I was only going to be more disappointed later.
I felt terrible for Hunter, he would never have the mate I am sure he wanted. A wolf he could run and play with. Griffin was silent during the drive. Music droned indistinctly. I barely heard it.
“If he is half the man that you deserve he will love you no matter what,” he said, knowing what I was thinking.
I looked over at Griffin wanting to stick my tongue out at him to lighten the mood, but instead I scooted over. The armrest between us blocked my movements, but I got as close as I could. I pulled my legs up and leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder.
“I hope that is true.”
It took another hour of complete silence until we got to our destination. I guess I expected a witch’s house to look, well, different than the classic modern house we pulled into. It was in a subdivision where the houses looked almost exactly the same, with that one difference necessary to call them “unique.” I guess I was expecting to see a house that was seated on an overgrown lawn, vines climbing the walls, and an old cast-iron black gate.
I looked over at Griffin my eyebrows raised.
“Not what I was expecting,” I whispered.
Griffin let out a loud laugh. He didn’t stop laughing until we were almost to the door. I wanted to punch him, but I was too nervous. My fingers kept fidgeting, my heart hammering in my chest. The only time I had faced a witch or warlock was the one who had taken me. I was terrified, and I knew Griffin could smell the fear emanating from me. He grabbed my hand, sobering quickly when he too realized where we were. What we were about to do. While Isaac had pack-laws in place to prevent actively attacking witches and warlocks like Hunter’s pack did.
We didn’t usually associate with them.
“Here we go.”
Griffin took the extra step and knocked on the door. It was late at night, and I was surprised to see most of the lights off in the house. The two lights that were on was the one spotlighting us and one right in the entry way. I knew why Griffin wanted to do a late night meeting, but I was suspicious of the witch. Griffin and I though both had our phones close by and if we didn’t call Nick or Liam within the hour they would come after us with the pack.
The door opened and a young woman with bright platinum blonde hair stood there. She looked a little irritated as she pushed her hip out hand landing on it and popped her chewing-gum. I met her brown eyes and saw the intelligence there. She knew exactly what we were or rather what Griffin was. She gave him a slow once over never even looking in my direction.
“Can I help you wolf?” She sounded bored and emphasized it as she leaned heavily on the doorjamb.
“Get out of the way Patricia you can’t help them any more than you can do your own laundry,” a new voice said from behind her.
The girl named Patricia rolled her eyes, popped her gum one more time before she walked away. I shifted my gaze to the little woman who stood probably not taller than five feet. She was a little stout, but had an adorable, grandmotherly feel to her. Her weathered brown eyes looked at us and I knew instantly that Patricia had to be her granddaughter.
“Ignore Patricia. She is upset with me because I wouldn’t let her go to the Gathering.” The old lady made it sound like we should know what that meant. I had no idea, and I looked over at Griffin out of the corner of my eye. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Well come on in. You must be Griffin, and you must be the one he spoke about on the phone.”
Neither one of us moved too quickly into the house. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought. I knew realistically, and from what I could see, it was a plain old house. There was nothing super special about