Page 100 of Brutal Alpha Beast
After all the prejudices they’ve had against witches, I can’t believe that they’d put their pack on the line like this, for a witch they don’t even know.
Penelope looks at me; it’s a subtle sideward glance, but it’s a glance that tells me to be prepared in case things get ugly.
Jasper shoots a look at Sawyer, whose face has tightened with a frown.
“Come on, Sawyer, you gotta be reasonable here too. I’m not saying harm or kill the witch necessarily, but if there’s something we can do that will stop her heart beating, even for a second, and then…”
A wave of emotion rushes through me. “You’re not touching my sister’s heart!”
The whole room is looking at me now.
I know I’m not supposed to speak out of turn, but it’s hard to keep quiet when they’re talking about the only family I have left.
“She’s right,” Lacey says, looking at Sawyer, too. “It’s too dangerous.”
Sawyer doesn’t respond; everyone’s attention is on him, and the air is clouded with adrenaline and expectation.
Then, he rises.
“As someone who has been through one of these curses and has watched an unnecessary death, I cannot, in any right mind, stand by and let a tragedy like that happen again. Witch or wolf, it’s not right.”
I nod at him, and he glances back, flashing a quick look that shows his support.
“My pack will not get behind anything that could harm Monroe, and so,” he says, looking at Ellis, Penelope, and then Jasper. “You’ll have to go through us, too.”
Thank you, I whisper.
A little of my anxiety settles, but not all.
“There’s no spell that we can do to just check?” Jasper asks Penelope.
She scowls. “Any spell involving her heart will risk death.”
After an emotion-packed moment of silence, Jasper breaks his stare.
“Fine,” he says. “You can all sit down. What’s the plan for finding these vines, then? Better be good.”
I scoff.
Alphas.
***
I’m in the library, scanning through the magic books that Penelope lent me. Apparently, there’s a method of magic thatI haven’t tried that could potentially help find the vines we’re looking for.
It’s complex magic, a spell that’s so difficult, I’d likely have to be at Penelope’s level and experience to effectively use it.
But unfortunately, Penelope can’t do them in this circumstance. It has to be me.
The magic that I’m reading about hardly even makes sense.
As I re-read the words, they jumble in my mind.
Apparently, what I can do is try to reproduce the magic I felt when the vines were revealed to me through the tapestry and through the visions.
It has to be the exact same magic for it to work. Then, I can use that magic as a locator, scanning the forest to find the same magic, which, when recognizing its other half, will draw me to it.
There will be a sign.
