Page 88 of Ruthless Alpha Beast

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He drops it onto the forest floor, and the witches direct their orbs accordingly.

Looks more like a flower, or wool than feathers, but maybe that’s a good thing.

He shifts back.

“Well, I’m alive.”

“For now.”

The witches cast a spell, a green glow wrapping in a tornado above the substance before setting it alight.

In seconds, it’s gone.

And then silence.

Nothing happens, the witches look at Jasper, who’s frowning with concentration.

“Well,” he says. “I’m going to wager that that wasn’t it.”

“That wasn’t it,” Danielle agrees.

“Keep moving forward?”

“Yep.”

We move through the night, stopping at various spots when anyone notices anything remotely feather-like.

They ask for my input a lot.

And surprisingly, everyone is getting along. Jasper and the witches are working together; everyone is asking for my advice on things.

It warms my heart that Jasper really meant what he said. He’s changed.

We stop near a lake, the full moon reflecting off the black water.

Everyone gets out food—sandwiches, pastries, and meat.

I realize that’s the one thing I’d forgotten. Who eats at this hour? I suppose it is a ‘hunt’—everyone needs their fuel.

Danielle beckons me over to sit on her towel with her.

“Didn’t come very prepared, did you, honey?”

I laugh. “Lacey told me to bring a dress and heels.”

She tips her head back, laughing. “Oh, of course, she did.”

“Here,” one of the witches says, passing me half of a chicken sandwich.

“Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“It’s no problem, I’m not that hungry anyway.”

I smile. “Thank you.”

A couple of shifters come over and drop some fruit onto our towel. “We need your mind sharp,” one of them says.

“For spotting the feathers.”

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