Wicked Good Witches
Book 7: Bite Me, Baby
Starla Silver
TABLE of CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
AUTHOR WEBSITE, BOOK LINKS
CHAPTER ONE
Jack Howard scrutinized his son, closely. It looked like him, and yet it did not. “You don’t look right,” he told Charlie.
Is it possible, he wondered? That their father had been freed, and was alive, but had no idea over four years had passed since he’d vanished after being taken prisoner by the Soul Hunter.
Confused or not, Charlie couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around his father, tears stinging at his eyes.
“It’s okay, Charlie,” comforted his father. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”
Charlie pulled back, unable to take his eyes off his father. He looked exactly the same. He hadn’t aged a day. A few stray gray hairs on his head, stubble on his chin. Still rugged and healthy looking as the last day he’d seen him.
“Why don’t we talk while you drive us home,” suggested Jack, a sudden urgency coming over him. “I need some supplies. I’ve got to get back to your mother. She’s in White Pines. I only just got away myself. Got some business to deal with tonight, I’m afraid.”
God. He doesn’t know… he really doesn’t know.
Charlie didn’t know how to tell him. How to tell his father he’d been missing. That their mother, his wife, Catherine, was dead. Only her bones remained in White Pines.
Jack headed toward Charlie’s jeep but he stopped him, gently.
“Dad, um, the truth is... Mom is not waiting for you. There’s no need to rush to White Pines.”
“She got away,” he breathed out in relief. “I guess I was caught inside that thing longer than I thought. How many hours have I been gone? When did your mother get home? Sorry- I guess you’ve all been out looking for me, haven’t you?”
“Dad…” Charlie paused, unable to continue. He was still in disbelief that he was talking to his father.
Jack took a step closer to son, peering into his face. “I can’t quite place what’s different.” Something seemed to be clicking in Jack’s brain. “Why do you look different?” he asked absentmindedly.
“Four years, Dad,” exhaled Charlie. “That’s what’s different. That’s why I look different. You haven’t been gone hours, you’ve been gone years.”
Jack fell back a little, leaning against the jeep. “What? No. No.”
“Dad, you and Mom went searching in White Pines for the power source just over four years ago. You sprung a trap and were captured by something called a Soul Hunter. It kept you prisoner all this time. I haven’t seen you in over four years. That’s why I look different, Dad. I’m older.”
“Your… your mother?”
Charlie couldn’t say the words. He tried, but they wouldn’t come out. The pain etched on his face said enough.
“Oh,” was all Jack responded.
Charlie worried his father would go into shock.
How did someone process this sort of thing without going into shock? Without just shutting down? Charlie hated that he needed his father so much at that moment. Needed him to be the man, and witch, he always was.
“We thought we’d lost you both that night. We didn’t know you’d been captured until just a few weeks ago. I have no idea how it is that you’re suddenly walking down the street a free man, but... here you are.”
“Four years...” Jack repeated a few times. “It’s really been that long?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Dad. I wish I could make this easier for you. The truth is, things are not going so well right now.”
Jack’s head snapped up. “Michael? Melinda? William?”
“They’re fine,” Charlie responded, having no idea that neither Melinda nor William was safe or fine at that moment. “They should all be home by now.” Charlie urged his father to get into the jeep.
Jack did, silently sliding in and letting Charlie shut the door.
It was a strange ride home, which seemed to take forever. He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. He didn’t know what else to say other than to bombard his father with everything going on. He would need a bit of time to adjust to the reality he’d just dropped into. Time Charlie feared they did not have.
He could not fathom losing four years of time in an instant. A lot happened in four years. They’d each grown up in that time. Melinda and Michael had still been in their teens and Charlie just twenty-two when their parents had gone missing.
“Um, Dad,” he started as they neared home. “I don’t want to overwhelm you more than you must already be, but…”
“Go ahead, Son.”
“I think it’s only fair to warn you that there’s been some changes since you left. I don’t want you to freak out when we get home is all.”
“What are you talking about?”
“William suggested we up security at the mansion and I agreed. We’ve had a few problems, but we’ll discuss that later. Anyway, to help out, we now have gargoyles guarding the house.”
“Gargoyles, really?”
“Yeah, I guess they’re like supernatural alarm systems. They can sense evil.”
“I’m aware of what they do,” Jack answered, sounding a bit more like himself. “I just can’t imagine needing them.”
“Times have changed,” Charlie hated to admit.
“I’m starting to get that.”
“Oh, and um, you should be aware that there’s most likely members of the Deane family in the house.”
“Have you gone mad?” exclaimed Jack. “I haven’t come home at all! I’m in some backwards bizarro world.”
Charlie decided to keep the fact that his daughter was dating a member of the Deane family, to himself, for now. Allow his dad to adjust to the idea of Deanes being around. Heck, they were all still getting used to it.
“We might have gone a bit mad, Dad, but we do trust these Deanes. And I promise you’re in the real world.”
His dad tried to speak, but the words came out all at once, and not at all, in a long incoherent stammer.
Charlie chuckled. He missed when his father got so tongue-tied he couldn’t speak coherently. “Dad, I don’t know where to start. So much has happened in the last four years. Just this summer alone. We’re not in a good place right now. We’re under attack and we need all the help we can get.”
“But Deanes, Charlie?” scolded Jack, his tongue less befuddled. “In our home?”
“The gargoyles let them stay,” he pointed out. Although he had yet to see one in action. Regardless, Lucas had been home all afternoon with Melinda and there had been no incident. “Please trust me, Dad. We need their help right now.”
“Who or what is attacking the Isle?” inquired Jack, changing the subject.
“That’s going to take some time to explain.”
Charlie tried to imagine the reaction from his siblings and William when he stepped inside with Jack in tow.
“Four years,” Jack repeated again as Charlie pulled in the driveway.
Charlie parked and turned to him. “Yeah, Dad. But it felt more like twenty.”
His son’s demeanor bothered
him; something was very wrong.
“I’m here now, Son.”
Charlie couldn’t respond to that.
Before they exited the jeep, Jack paused.
“Your mother’s body? Did you ever...”
“I’m sorry. Until a few weeks ago, we had no idea where her remains were located. We did try, but we don’t know how to open the doorway under the old tree. Mom is still in there. We hated leaving her...”
“It’s okay, Charlie. At the first chance we can, we’ll go get her. Together, as a family. As soon as possible.” His voice cracked at the end.
Charlie nodded in agreement. Unable to vocalize it. He didn’t quite trust his eyes, almost afraid to blink, fearful that when he did, his father would suddenly vanish.
Even though he’d warned his father about the gargoyles, Charlie jumped when a shadow rushed by him. There was a quick snort followed by the pitter-patter of feet sauntering away from him. He never saw the thing; it never exited the shadows.
Must have been checking us out I guess… and I guess we passed.
Charlie stalled for a minute. A sudden thought plodding through his mind. The gargoyles had sensed nothing evil about his father. This was a good thing; he berated himself for even having the doubt.
“What’s on your mind, Son?”
Charlie shrugged. “I had this sudden doubt, something telling me I should make sure it’s really you.”
Jack stared at him not understanding.
“We’ve had some problems with a shapeshifter.”
“Ah. Yes. I’ve never met one I liked yet. And in that case, yes, you should definitely question! I appear out of nowhere at a time of peril… it’s your job, Charlie. Never be ashamed to do it properly.”
“I don’t need to though. The gargoyles made me think of it. They checked us out, and we passed their evil-sensing test. If William had been with me, he would have been more cautious. He would have made certain when we first found you.”
Jack nodded. A thoughtful look in his eye.
“Are you ready to go inside?” asked Charlie.
Jack let out a hasty breath. “I don’t want to see my baby girl all grown up,” he admitted.
He followed his son up the up the stairs. Charlie opened the door anxiously, hearing Michael and Lizzy in the kitchen. He called out his brother’s name as he entered.
“About time someone got here,” spouted Michael, sounding unhinged. “Melinda and Lucas have disappeared. William went to search for them and hasn’t come back yet. Emily and Riley have been taken by Eva and the Feyk, and…” he stopped, staring at the shape stepping into the house behind Charlie.
“Hello, Michael,” said Jack.
Michael’s gaze flitted back and forth between Charlie and his father.
“I found him walking down the street,” explained Charlie.
“I...” Michael was stupefied. Felt like he’d been sucker-punched.
Just seconds before, he’d been planning on how to locate and rescue Emily while plotting revenge against Eva Jordan. At the same time, worried that Melinda, William, and Lucas had not yet returned after following the gargoyle, which had returned to its post a while ago.
And now his father was standing in front of him. His father. Alive.
He raced forward, embracing him.
“I’m sorry,” Jack told him. “Seems I left you all quite suddenly and for a long time.”
“I just don’t believe it,” muttered Michael, stepping back. “How did this happen?”
Charlie shook his head. He had no idea.
“I’m a little confused about that myself,” said Jack. “Things are a little hazy. But Charlie tells me I’ve missed quite a bit. And it’s apparent. Look at you both. My sons. Both men now.” He glanced around. “Where’s Melinda?”
He hadn’t heard Michael’s rant.
Lizzy came into the room answering his question. “She and Lucas, my brother, for all intents and purposes,” she clarified for Jack’s sake, “ran off with one of the gargoyles tracking the Feyk that took Riley… my other brother, who is infected with a rage spell. They haven’t come home and we can’t reach them. William stormed off to track them, and now he’s M.I.A. so it’s just us here.”
“The last time I talked with Melinda she was with Lucas just passing the ferry landing, but her phone line went dead,” informed Charlie.
It didn’t bode well. He turned to his father.
“Dad, this is Lizzy. Lizzy Deane. She’s been helping us.”
Jack’s brow furrowed, but he nodded a curt hello in her direction.
“Yup, I’m a Deane,” she told him, seeing the distrust in his eyes. “I know you just got back and all, probably been through hell, but deal with it, and fast. We’ve got major problems and we need all hands on deck.”
Charlie tossed her a pleading glare.
“Sorry, speaking the truth.” She turned and disappeared back into the kitchen.
“She is...” Jack trailed off.
“Many things,” smirked Charlie.
“Including unfortunately, correct,” affirmed Michael. He wanted to sit and talk with his father. To tell him everything that had happened in the last four years, to find out what had happened to him, but there wasn’t time. They had problems piling up, sending them into full crisis mode.
“Should you be in a hospital or something?” wondered Michael.
Charlie hadn’t even thought of that. He’d been in such shock after finding him.
“No. I’m fine. It’s a little hard to describe really, but it’s sort of like I just got out of a very long, very strange, dream, and yet it feels like just a few hours has passed.”
“Might be better that no one knows your home just yet anyway,” noted Charlie. “We might need a bit of time to come up with an explanation as to where you’ve been.”
“So much to consider,” said Jack, his mind reeling.
Lizzy returned, her attitude softened. She handed Jack a tray holding a plate of food, some water and a mug of coffee.
“Oh that smells good,” said Jack, taking a deep swallow. “Thank you.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I just regained a family. I don’t relish the idea of losing them. And I figured you’re probably famished after four years. It was the first thing I wanted to do after I got back... no, wait, that was tequila…” she trailed off.
“And then you smacked one right on William,” mused Charlie. “Dad, if you could have seen William’s face. Priceless.”
“He is easy to fluster,” said Lizzy, with a mischievous smile. Jack threw her an inquisitive frown. She cleared her throat. “But my ghastly tale is a story for another day.”
Jack eyed them all in bewildered unease.
“I also had a difficult first day back and can only imagine what you must be feeling right now.” Lizzy smiled kindly.
Who is this woman? Jack wondered silently.
Is this the real world?
It must be, but my God, things have gotten crazy while I was away.
And my children… orphaned overnight.
God. The dread this instantly caused him.
Regret leaked into is heart. He should have taken the quest into White Pines more seriously. If he had, perhaps at least one of them, he or Catherine, would have survived. So many times, they had searched and failed.
Oh my dear Catherine… he shoved the regrets deep.
His family needed him. He would mourn later.
He set aside the tray, keeping just the coffee. “Why don’t you boys fill me in on what’s been going on. Who or what is attacking the Isle?”
Charlie began, starting with a brief explanation of the weeks immediately following Jack’s disappearance. They quickly skipped ahead to when they’d met Eva Jordan. Michael and he taking turns filling in different parts of the details. Jack did his best to remain emotionless as they explained, but there were moments when it was too difficult to keep it in.
Especially when discussing Melinda, and her
difficulties after losing both her parents at once. She saw it as her fault, because she didn’t know she’d had a prophetic dream and could have prevented it.
Michael was grateful that his empathy had not yet turned back on. His emotions completely his own since discovering Emily was missing. Having had a break for a few hours made him aware of the toll it was taking on him. He hadn’t fully realized it was getting harder to block other’s emotions until they’d just shut down and he had only his own feelings to contend with for the first time in years.
As his sons explained, Jack became aware of many things. His children had endured much in his absence. The life of a Howard Witch was never easy, but it was apparent that he’d never properly prepared them for the fact that he and his wife might leave them so soon. Or that they could leave them both at once, so suddenly.
It was something he and Catherine worried about constantly. But not something he’d expected while out romping around the Isle on yet another excursion searching for the power source.
He and their mother had always tried to protect them from the harder stuff. The scary stuff. Wanting them to be young and free. To enjoy life before they were sucked into their duties as witches.
Something William had warned him to be careful of doing.
And this was the reason why.
He’d left behind three capable and talented witches that he hadn’t properly prepared to live and work on their own, without him.
He’d always thought he had more time.
I must thank William, he told himself. He has not had an easy time of it. I’m sure. He kept my family alive and together. They stuck it out and remained true to their duty. He wished he could take more credit, but these last four years were owed to his lifelong friend.
Jack had been born into the world with William like an uncle, when he was young, and then a mentor and dear friend, as he’d gotten older. There was no Howard family without William.
He had become the glue holding them together.
He was also his children’s undoing.
It was becoming painfully clear that they’d come to depend on William far too much.
Jack had no idea what to do about that. But it would have to wait as other more pressing issues were making themselves very clear as well. After many long hours, now going on two a.m., his sons finished. Jack was certain of the reason he’d been released from the Hunter.
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