Emme says. “Two witches fighting, especially two head witches, is never a good thing.”
“It’ll be one hell of a fight,” I agree with a nod.
“You sound certain there’ll be one,” Emme says.
“That’s because I am. Lumina scheduled one for October 30th. Vieve has given her until the twenty-nineth to back down and surrender before she curses her ass.”
“Lumina is strong, you say,” Emme replies. “Are you sure Genevieve is stronger?”
At my nod she asks, “So why would Lumina challenge her to a duel? She’s not only risking her territory, she’s risking her life.”
I shrug. “If I were Vieve’s rival, hell, or Misha’s, I’d take them out before they grew more powerful than they are. They ain’t gettin’ any weaker.”
“From a warmonger perspective, it does make sense,” Emme begins.
“But?” I ask. I stop when another scent catches my interest.
“But nothing. I suppose I’m just confused. With so many adversaries and supernatural muscle flexing occurring on a regular basis, why would anyone bother with me?”
My attention focuses on the row of rocks lining the edge along the road. “It’s like I said, Emme, the alphas may not be dumb enough to mess with Aric directly, but you’re an indirect way to him.”
Damn. For all I didn’t want to remind her of this, there I go, flapping my gums.
“What are you looking at?” she asks.
“Something that shouldn’t be here,” I reply.
Another trickle of that scent cuts through the air with the next rush of wind. Emme starts for the direction I’m eyeing. I don’t let her.
“Stay put,” I warn.
I jog up to the set of rocks. Most of these boulders have been here forever, with one exception. A large flat stone lays against several tons of larger, rounder boulders. Sure, it’s the same color as the rest, and most would walk past it, thinking it belongs. ’Cept that it doesn’t.
The position is odd. So is the shape compared to the rest. It was dragged from somewhere else and specifically placed here. I’m sure of it.
“Humph,” I say. “It’s a damn door.”
Emme tilts her head. She’s seeing what I’m seeing.
That smell I caught moments before trickles out between the cracks. I pace back and forth. Yeah, there it is, along with a rather pathetic scent of magic.
I step back. The lines I’d expect dragged along the sand aren’t there. It may be a door, but it’s not acting like one. There’s no reasonable way to get inside. I take a chance and climb to the top. The tip of the flat stone isn’t that large. I settle into a sitting position and place my heels on it, pushing hard.
This bastard is a lot heavier than it looks. It doesn’t so much as creak.
I grip the edges and give it a shove. Shit. Unlike the stones along the sand I crushed with my weight, this thing is no joke.
Well, neither am I.
Stubborn has its advantages and I’m not giving up until this thing tips over and hits the ground.
My molars grind as I try another shove, and another, adjusting my hips to position better beneath it.
Sweat pours down my chest and back. Inside me, my wolf barks and yips, pumping me up and giving me all that we have to move this thing.
A dull ache builds from my feet and crawls up my joints, adding enough pressure to break my bones. This boulder isn’t budging. I’m ready to try something else when I feel it give and it shifts.
That’s right. Who’s your daddy, bitch?
With all my strength, all my power, I push through the agony puncturing my legs and give one last hard push.
The weight falls away from my feet. I swerve around and kick up into a standing position, my hands lifted in unmatched glory. I am were. I am omnipotent. I am victorious.
Below me, Emme walks forward…and stands beside the rock she evidently lifted and placed aside with her force.
My hands lower. I am a moron, that’s what I am.
“Are you okay, Bren?” she calls. She points to the rock. “It looked really heavy, so I thought I’d help.”
“Er, thanks,” I mutter.
Even from here with this low lightning I catch her blush. “Sorry,” she squeaks. “I didn’t mean to emasculate you or anything.”
I hop down and land in the sand beside her. “The important thing is you’re not rubbing it in.” I flick the flashlight app on my phone and pass it to Emme. “Come on. Whatever you do, do not leave my side.”
Chapter Nine
Bren
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