“I guess? What are you thinking?”
“Like a FEMA shelter. Big circle of protection where werewolves can
sleep safely.”
He whistled low. “There’s no way I can make one big enough to fit all the
werewolves in Dockside. There are thousands of them.”
“We’ve got to try something. There’s a lot at stake.”
Casey considered. “Okay. Fine. Tell Hairy that our debt is paid, and he’s
gotta release our stuff. He’ll know what I’m talking about. I’m bringing
backup to help make the circle, and if anyone looks like they’re going to bite,
we’ll blast everyone.”
?
?I’ll tell him something like that, in a diplomatic and courteous way,” I
grumbled.
“Fine. I’ll get my shit together and meet you all over there.” He hung up.
I stalked out of the bathroom and gave Jaxson a glare. “He’ll do it, no
thanks to you. Also, give him his container of shit back.” Before he could
protest, I swung to Sam, who’d finished her call. “What did you learn?”
“Neve is hunting down the author and will give you a call when she
knows more. She wanted me to remind you that the grimoire was committed
to the Archive of Bound Tomes because it was dangerous. Anyone capable of
committing that kind of knowledge to paper would be perilous, too.”
“I don’t see that we have any choice.” My mouth went dry, and I met
Jaxson’s eyes. He was brooding in the shadows of the back corner, arms
crossed. Waves of power poured out from him, and his scent gave off one
clear signature: protectiveness. For his pack. For Sam.
He didn’t like this plan. But I also sensed he would do anything to protect
the pack.
Finally, he nodded.
I took a deep breath. “Okay. We have a plan. Make a circle of protection.
Bargain with the witch. And stay alive long enough to hunt down Kahanov