Page 37 of Hell and Hexes
“And the attack on Clinton’s pack?” I asked.
“Unless Clinton asks for our protection, I don’t know what we can do about that,” Cassie replied.
Adrienne snorted. “Like he’d ask for our protection. Maybe if there were meteors raining from the sky, or an alien attack, or a volcano coming up in the middle of their mountain. He’s the alpha of his pack. He’s not going to ask for protection from his own father.”
“I’m going to go up there, then.” I wasn’t sure what the heck I was going to do, but maybe I could make a difference. If I took Eshu with me, perhaps I could use his power again and hex anyone who threatened Clinton’s pack. He’d helped me power the luck charms; I was pretty sure I could convince him to help me with this project as well.
“No.” Cassie slapped a hand on the counter. “I’m not having you smack in between two groups of fighting werewolves.”
“I’ll go with her,” Adrienne interjected. “There’s seven of us, Cassie. If you’re going to be head witch and run Accident, then you need us to help. There’s too much for one witch to do, even one as powerful as you are.”
“You and Lucien protect Stanley,” I told Cassie. That was of primary importance. The lone wolves were counting on us to protect them, and if something happened, all of Accident would question our ability to stand firm against the werewolves or any other threat our population might face. “Adrienne and I’ll go up the mountain and see if we can’t head off any werewolf fighting,” I continued. “If it was just a bunch of drunks spouting off Friday night, then we’ll come back home, and no one will be the wiser.”
“Before I say yes on this, I need to know your plan.” Cassie scowled. “Tell me how the pair of you are going to hold off a dozen or more werewolves from attacking Clinton’s compound.”
Adrienne grinned. “Animals. It’s what I do. There are plenty of animals up on the mountain who will help me. Or maybe I’ll bring a couple of bears or break a lion or two out of the zoo. That would be fun.”
I smothered a laugh. “And I’ll hex them. Maybe they’ll become hopelessly entangled in vines or get lost on their own mountain. Who knows what form a hex will take?”
Cassie shook her head and sighed. “Okay, but I want the pair of you to be safe. And the moment you’re off that mountain, you need to call me and tell me you’re both okay, or I’m hauling ass up there and setting some werewolf pants on fire.”
I held up a hand and eyed Cassie solemnly. “We promise to be careful and call you right away. Promise.”
And hopefully it would all be unnecessary. Hopefully the meeting tomorrow would go well, and we’d have peace and some compromise between the two alphas. Hopefully no one would make a move to attack Stanley. Hopefully Dallas would keep to whatever we agreed upon and keep the peace with Clinton.
If not…hopefully Eshu would agree to help me out, and I could ensure peace on the mountain with a powerful hex. And maybe a lion or two.
