Blood Witch

by Cate Tiernan

  Cal's eyebrows rose. "Oh," he said. "Yeah. It was totally by accident. Robbie and I were walking around, gathering pinecones and stuff, and we saw Raven practically roping and tying Matt, trying to get him to break up with Jenna and join their coven."

  "Man," Cal said, frowning. "So you were right—Matt is acting squirrelly, and now we know why." "Yep."

  A thoughtful expression crossed Cal's face. "And Sky's definitely the leader of their coven? That makes sense since you saw her meeting with Bree and Raven." I nodded. But I couldn't help wondering ... if Sky was their leader, then what had she been doing at Page 53

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  Cal's house with Selene, participating in one of Selene's circles the night I'd found Maeve's Book of Shadows? Was she some kind of Wiccan spy? Did Selene know Sky had her own coven? Did it even matter? My head was spinning. There was so much I f didn't understand, so much I had to find out. At that moment we heard the distant ringing of the homeroom bell, and we both groaned. Going to classes was not my number-one priority today. With our arms around each other, we started slogging across the dead brown grass toward school. "Let me think about this," said Cal. "I need to talk to Sky, obviously. But I also need to figure out if I should talk to Raven, or Matt, or both." I nodded. Part of me felt like a tattler. But mostly I was just relieved that Cal knew. I was thinking about talking to Matt myself, but I felt certain that Cal would take care of anything bigger, like with Sky. As we climbed the stone steps of the back entrance, l squeezed his hand good-bye. Yes, I would have to talk to Matt. He was a friend and still part of our circle. I owed it to him. "Matt?" I called down the hall. "Do you have a minute?" It was after lunch and almost time to head to class. My lack of sleep was starting to catch up with me. My feet were definitely starting to drag. I would have given anything to just go curl up somewhere and take a nap. But this was the first chance I'd had to talk to Matt, and I wasn't going to let it slip. "What's up, Morgan?" Matt asked. He stood in front of me, his face shuttered and remote, his hands in his pockets.

  I took a deep breath, then decided just to get right into it. "I saw you and Raven yesterday," I stated baldly. "In Butler's Ferry park."

  Matt's black eyes went wide, and he stared at me. "Uh what are you talking about?" "Come on," I said patiently. I pulled him over to one side of the hallway so we could talk without being overheard by the occasional wandering student. I lowered my voice. "I mean, I saw you yesterday, with Raven, in the park. I know she's trying to get you to join her coven. I know you're fooling around with her."

  "I'm not fooling around with her!" Matt insisted. I didn't even answer. I just raised my eyebrows. His gaze fell to the floor. "I mean, it hasn't gotten that far," he mumbled, finally giving in. "Jesus, I don't know what to do."

  I shrugged. "Break up with Jenna if you want to go out with Raven," I said. "But I don't want to go out with Raven," Matt said. "I don't want to join her coven. The thing is . . . I've always thought she was kind of hot, you know?" He shook his head as if to clear it. "Why am I even telling you this?"

  A couple of freshman girls passed us. Though they were only two years younger, they seemed a world apart from me. They were a world apart. They belonged to the world of school and homework and boys. Mary K.'s world. Not mine.

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  "Why does she want you to join their coven?" I asked. "I guess they need more people," Matt answered. He sounded miserable. "A bunch of people started coming, but they all dropped out or were kicked out. A lot of them didn't take it seriously." "But why you?" I pressed.

  He sniffed. "I don't think it's really me. I mean, I'm nobody. I'm just a warm body." "You're also part of our coven," I muttered. Part of me wanted to console him, but the other part wanted to wring his neck. "So what are you going to do?" I asked. I crossed my arms and tried not to look too judgmental.

  "I don't know."

  I sighed. "Maybe you should talk to Cal about this," I suggested. "Maybe he could help you clarify your thoughts."

  Matt didn't look so sure. "Maybe," he said doubtfully. I'll think about it." He glanced up at me. "Are you going to tell Jenna?"

  "No." I shook my head. "But she's not stupid. She knows something's wrong." He laughed distantly. "Yeah. We've been going out for four years. We know each other so well. But we're not even eighteen yet" With that he pushed himself off the wall and headed off to his class—without so much as even a backward glance. I watched him leave, thinking about what he'd said. Did he mean he had gotten tied up with Jenna too early and wanted to date other people? As I pondered it a short rhyme popped Into my mind. I repeated the words quietly.

  “Help him see the way to go Help him know the truth to show He is not the hunter here Nor yet should he be the deer."

  I shook my head and headed to my own class. What did it mean? I wondered. Who knew? These things didn't come with instructions and commentary.

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  one of my mother's clients. So I just followed my sister up the walkway. "Morgan!"

  I wheeled at that voice. Hunter Niall was getting out of the car. "Who's the dish?" Mary K. asked, arching an eyebrow. I glared at her. "Go inside," I commanded, my heart kicking up a beat. "I'll deal with it."

  Mary K. grinned at me. "Ooh. I can't wait to hear all about this" She pounded up the porch steps, stomped the ice off her Doc Martens, and went inside. "Hello, Morgan," Hunter said, approaching me. How did he manage to make a simple greeting sound menacing? I wondered. His cold seemed to have gotten worse, too. His nose was red, and his voice was very nasal.

  "What do you want?" I asked, swallowing. I remembered my bad dream of last night, my overwhelming feelings of being smothered, the dark cloud that had been chasing me. He coughed. "I want to talk to you." "About what?" I slung my backpack up onto the porch, not taking my eyes off him. I watched his hands, his mouth, his eyes, anything that he could use to do magick. My pulse was racing; my throat felt tight. I wished hard that Cal would suddenly drive up out of the blue. I considered sending him a message with my thoughts, a witch message—but then I realized I should just turn around and go in. I could handle myself. I didn't even need to talk to Hunter. But for some reason I just stood there as he strode toward me, cutting across our lawn, leaving black footprints in the half-melted ice. He was close enough now that I could see that his fair skin was completely unblemished and there were a few freckles across the bridge of his strong nose. His eyes were cold and green.

  "Let's talk about you, Morgan," he said, and he pushed his leather cap farther back on his head. A few tufts of blond hair poked out beneath it. "You don't know what you're doing with Cal." He made this announcement firmly but casually, as if he were simply telling me it was four o'clock and time for tea. I shook my head, feeling the anger rise. "You don't even know—" "It's not your fault," he interrupted. "This is all new to you." The anger welled in the pit of my stomach, turning to rage. What right did he have to be so condescending to me?

  Hunter fastened his eyes on mine. "You can't be expected to know about Cal, and his mother, and who they are," he said.

  "No one blames you," he added.

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  "No one blames me for what?" I demanded. "What are you talking about? I don't even know you. Where do you get off telling me anything about people I know, people I care about?" He shrugged. His manner was as cold as the air around us. "You're stumbling into something bigger and darker than you could possibly imagine." Rage turned to sarcasm. Hunter definitely brought out the worst in me. "Oh," I s
aid, trying to sound bored. "Stop, stop, you're scaring me."

  His face tightened, and he stepped toward me. My stomach clenched, and adrenaline pumped through my veins. I resisted the urge to turn and bolt into the house. "Cal's lied to you," Hunter snarled. "He isn't what or who you think he is. Neither he nor his mother. I'm here to warn you. Don't be stupid. Look at me!" He gestured at his puffy eyes and red nose. "Do you think this is normal? Because it isn't. They're working magick on me—" "Oh, are you kidding me?" I interrupted. "Are you actually telling me they're plotting against you? Give me a break!"

  Who was this guy? Did he really think I would believe that Cal and Selene gave him a cold with dark magick? Or was he simply some paranoid nut? Maybe I should feel sorry for him—but I couldn't All I felt was fury. I wanted to shove him as hard as I could, knock him down and kick him. I had never been so angry, not at my parents, or Bree, not even at Bakker. I spun to go inside. Hunter darted forward and caught my arm in a painful grip reeling trapped, furious, I drew my fingers together and smacked his hand. A jolt of crackly blue light jumped from my hand and shocked him. He released me at once, looking startled. "So that's it," he whispered, rubbing his hand. He nodded in astonishment. "That's why he wants you."

  "Get the hell away from me!" I shouted. "Or do you want me to really hurt you?" Hunter sneered. "Trying to show me just what a powerful Woodbane you are?" Time seemed to freeze.

  "That's right," he whispered. "I know your secret. I know you're Woodbane." "You don't know anything," I managed. The words came out in a misty whisper. "Maeve Riordan," he said, shrugging. "Belwicket. They were all Woodbane. Don't act like you don't know."

  "You're lying," I spat, but I felt an awful sensation bubbling inside me, like a boiling cauldron. I wondered if I was going to throw up.

  A flash of surprise crossed his face, instantly replaced with suspicion. "You can't hide it," he said. Now he sounded more irritated than arrogant. "You can't pretend it away. You're Woodbane, Cal is Woodbane, and the two of you are dancing with fire. But it's going to stop. You have a choice, and he does, too. I'm here to make sure you make the right one." Page 57

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  Move, I told my body, my feet. Get inside. Move, dammit! But I couldn't "Who are you?" I asked. "Why are you doing this to me?" "I'm Hunter," he said with a sudden, wolfish grin that made me draw in my breath. He looked feral and dangerous. "The youngest member of the International Council of Witches." My breath was now coming in shallow gasps, as if I were facing death itself. "And I'm Cal's brother," he said.

  12. The Future

  I thank the God and Goddess for her. What a revelation she is, continually. When I was assigned to her, I had no idea she would be anything but an exercise in power. She has become so much more than that. She is a wild bird: delicate but possessing fierce strength. To move too soon would be to watch her take flight in fear.

  For the first time in my life there is a chink in my armor, and it is my love. -Sgath

  I ran up the ice-crusted steps of our house and threw myself through the door. Somehow I knew Hunter wouldn't follow me. The house was wonderfully warm and cozy, and I almost sobbed with relief as I pounded up the stairs and crashed into my bedroom. I had enough presence of mind to lock my door, and when Mary K. knocked a minute later, I called, "I'll be down in a few minutes." "Okay," she replied. A moment later her feet padded downstairs. My head was spinning. The first thing I did was run into the bathroom and examine my face in the mirror. It was me, still the same old me, despite the haunted look in my brown eyes and my shock-whitened face.

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  Was Hunter right? Was I Woodbane? I threw myself onto my bed and pulled Maeve's Book of Shadows out from under my mattress, then started flipping pages. I'd thumbed through the entries before, reading bits here and there, but mostly I'd been plodding through slowly, savoring every word, letting each spell sink in, deepening my knowledge and my only link to the woman who had given birth to me. Strangely enough, though, it didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. It was from when Maeve was still writing as Bradhadair. She wrote matter-of-factly: "Despite the Woodbane blood in our veins, the Belwicket dan has resolved to do no evil." With the force of a wave crashing on a beach, Selene's words came back to me: "I know what it contains, and I wasn't sure you were ready to read it." Selene knew Maeve had been Woodbane. Suddenly my eyes were drawn to a small volume on my desk—the book about Woodbanes that Alyce at Practical Magick had wanted me to read. So ... Alyce knew, too? Hunter knew? How did everyone know except me? Did Cal know? It didn't seem possible. Hunter was a liar, though. I could feel the fury gathering within me all over again, like storm clouds. Hunter had also said he was Cal's brother. I thought back I knew that Cal's father had remarried and that Cal had half siblings in England. But Hunter couldn't be one of them-he and Cal seemed practically the same age.

  Lies. All Lies.

  But why was Hunter here? Had he just decided to come to America and mess with my mind? Maybe he was Cal's half brother and he was out to get Cal for some reason. And he was attacking me in order to hurt Cal. He was doing a damn good job of it if that was the case. The whole thing was giving ma a horrible headache. I shut the book and pulled Dagda into my arms, listening to his small, sleepy purr. I stayed there until Mary K. called me to tell me dinner was ready.

  The meal was practically inedible: a vegetarian casserole that Mary K. had concocted. I wasn't even hungry, anyway. I needed some answers. Sidestepping a whispered question from Mary K. about Hunter, I told her I'd help her with the dishes later, then asked my parents if I could go to Cal's. Luckily they said yes. It started to snow again as I pulled away from the house in Das Boot. Of course I was still upset about everything Hunter had said, but I tried not to let it affect my driving. The wipers pushed snow off the windshield in big arcs, and my brights illuminated thousands of flakes swirling down out of the sky. It was beautiful and silent and lonely.

  Woodbane. When I got home tonight, I would read the book Alyce had given me. But first I needed to see Cal.

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  crunch beneath my clogs. The wide stone steps had been shoveled and salted. I hurried up and rang the doorbell.

  What would I say if Selene answered the door? The last time I had seen her, I was in her private library, basically stealing a book from her. On the other hand, the book was rightly mine. And she had allowed me to keep it.

  Several seconds passed. There was no stirring inside, at least none that I could hear. I started to feel cold. Maybe I should have called first, I thought I rang the doorbell again, then reached out with my senses to see who was home. But the house was a fortress. I received no answer. And then a thought occurred to me: It was spelled, deliberately shut off from magick. Snowflakes gathered on my long hair, as if I wore a lace mantle that was slowly melting against my cheeks and eyelids. I rang again, beginning to feel unsure. Maybe they were busy. Maybe they were meeting with someone. Maybe they were having a circle or working magick or throwing a party ... but at last the tall, heavy wooden door opened. "Morgan!" Cal said. "I didn't even feel you come up. You look frozen. Come on in." He ushered me into the foyer and brushed his hand down my cold, damp hair. Light footsteps behind him made me pull back, and I looked up to see Sky Eventide. I blinked, looking at her. Her face was closed, and I wondered what I had interrupted. Had Cal invited her here to ask her about her coven and my hair? I glanced at him for signs of irritation or wariness, but he seemed easy and comfortable. "I should have called," I said, looking from Cal to Sky "I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Tell me what I'm in
terrupting, I thought as Sky reached | for her heavy leather coat. She looked beautiful and exotic. Next to her I felt about as exciting as a brown field mouse. I had a tingle of jealousy. Did Cal find her attractive?

  "It's all right," Sky said, zipping her coat "I was just leaving." Her black eyes searched Cal's and held them. "Remember what I said," she told him, ignoring me. The words seemed to have an element of threat but Cal laughed.

  "You worry too much. Relax," he said cheerfully, and she just looked at him. I watched as she opened the front door and left, not bothering to say good-bye. There was something strange going on here, and I needed to know what it was. "What was all that about?" I asked point-blank.

  Cal shook his head, still smiling. "I ran into her earlier and told her I wanted to talk to her about what she's up to with her coven. So she came over—but all she wanted was to be Hunter's messenger," he said, tugging on my coat so it came off. He draped it over a high-backed chair and then took my hand, rubbing its coldness away. "Hey, I tried to call you a few minutes ago, but the phone was busy." "Someone must be on-line," I guessed, frowning. Was he trying to change the subject? "What kind of message did Sky have?"

  "She was warning me," he answered simply. Still holding my hand, he led me through a pair of dark wooden doors that opened into a large, formal parlor. A fire was blazing in an enormous stone hearth, Page 60

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  and in front of it a deep blue sofa beckoned. Cal sat and pulled me down to sit next to him. "Warning you?" I pressed.

  He sighed. "Hunter's out to get me, basically, and Sky I was telling me to be on my guard. That's all."

  I frowned into the fire. Usually I felt reassured by the I heat and glow of flames—but not now. "Why is Hunter out I to get you?"

  Cal hesitated. "It's ... um, kind of personal," he said. "But why was Sky warning you? Isn't she with him?" "Sky doesn't know what she wants," Cal answered cryptically. He hadn't shaved in a while, and the shadow of stubble across his face made him look older. Sexier, too. He was quiet for a few moments, and then he edged closer to me, so I felt his warmth from my shoulder to my hip. A memory swept over me: of how it had felt to lie next to him, to kiss him deeply, to have his hands touch me and to touch him back. But I couldn't allow myself to be distracted. "Who is Hunter?" I asked.