Page 33 of Bewitching Her Monsters

Fortunately, Ms. Jade lives on a corner, and I’ve just watched as she lets Arran outside so he can take a dump.

Oh, this is precious.

When I sense she’s moved away from the back of the house, I stroll up and can easily see Arran’s wolf over the fence.

He snarls at me. Defensive much?

I want to taunt him about his new lifestyle choice, but I need to convince him to get out of there while I don’t sense anyone currently watching.

Arran perks his ears up, confirming Jade has walked away. Then he shifts and glares at me.

He’s naked and has his hands on his hips in defiance. And while I would enjoy having Jade walk out to see his glory displayed in her backyard, it occurs to me she might not find a naked man in her yard as funny as I do. But I don’t doubt she would check out his package and muscles before she called the cops. Maybe take some of thosethirst trappingphotos.

“What do you want now?” he growls.

Something in his tone concerns me. “Does the witch have you under her spell? Why are you still here?”

“No, she doesn’t even know what she is. But there issomethinggoing on.”

“I know. Come on, put your clothes on, and jump over this fence. Someone has eyes on her, and conveniently, I don’t sense them now.”

“Dude,” he huffs. “Slow down.”

Ugh. I hate SoCal lingo.

Arran continues, “I think she’s a medium.”

“Big fucking deal. Stop sniffing her panty drawer, and let’s go, you idiot.” I turn toward Calder’s car down the road.

A pile of shit hits the back of my head.

What. The. Fuck?

I slowly turn back, wondering how I will kill him and how fast I should make it happen.

“Was thatyourshit?” I ask. “Did you crap in her yard like a common dog?”

His face is red with embarrassment. I didn’t think he’d stoop so low as to actually shit in her yard.

Oh, oh… this is too much… I can’t take it. This is hilarious. No longer mad at his tantrum, I roar with laughter, knowing that I’m going to roast him for decades over this. “You took a shit in her yard like a pet, and then you threw it at me like a damned monkey in a cage? What happened to you…dude?”

Arran paces the yard. “I don’t know. But I can’t leave her. She channeled Osen.”

“No way.” I wave him off, but I am worried he doesn’t feel he can leave her. “Supe spirits don’t speak through witches.”

“But Osen did. And you know he was… special.” Arran’s voice is soft.

He’s not wrong. Osen captured all of our hearts at one point. And he was powerful, even for what he was.

“So… what?” I shake my head. “You’re going to be her sweet puppy from now on? We don’t know where her allegiances lie. She’s a fucking witch, for fuck’s sake.”

“I don’t think she knows she is. Even her pets don’t think she knows.”

“Her pets?” I scoff. “So, has she captured other dumb shifters like you? Does she keep a menagerie in her basement? You want to join her collection?”

I should know better than to antagonize him. He’s unstable and a legit monster when he’s really pissed. Right now, heshouldbe riding, or at least close to crossing that line with my comments.

He’s proven in the past that he can’t cope when one of his pack dies. And he considered Osen his pack, even if he wasn’t a wolf.

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