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“That’s...horrible.” My stomach sank. “And it happens every Samhain?”
“The curse calls for us every Samhain. Once a year. But we have other duties. To guard the Gate and ensure no malicious creatures come through.” Mitchell shrugged.
“What kind of Fae come through?” I wondered.
“Kaleb knows better than I do.” Mitchell hedged. “He was raised in the Aos Sí and knows the difference between a Puca and a river otter. That kind of thing.”
Silence stretched between us as I pondered his words. How many different types of Fae durrach were there? I knew of the Wild Fae, with a human-like aspect and an animal one. I learned of the Sídhe, who walked on two legs and worked great magic, but I didn’t know much about the Aos Sí, aside from what my grandmother chose to share with me.
I knew she had her reasons and a plan, but every day I spent around the wolves, I realized just how much I didn’t know. How much she had shielded me from.
“Dean said I had to leave. Just for the night.” I looked down. “I think he wants me as far away from the Huntsman as possible.”
“The motel on the edge of town.” Mitchell ignored my scathing tone. “The coven has agreed to stand watch. Melly Parish might be old, but she is a formidable witch. She can protect you.”
“You don’t think much of my ability to protect myself then?” I quirked a brow.
Mitchell shrugged, smirking. “If you want to take offense, feel free. You came tousfor protection.” He pointed out.
I reached up, pulling the collar of my shirt away from my throat. I needed air.
“What is your plan?” Mitchell continued. “After the Huntsman blows through town, and your ex-husband realizes that small-town police corruption has real-world consequences, what then?”
My brow furrowed, and the fist against my thigh tightened. “I haven’t thought that far. If anything, Joel’s bullshit had taught me that if I want to be safe, I need to save myself. Maybe I should just find this headless horseman and ask him to leave me alone.”
“You want to seek out the Dullahan?” Mitchell eyed me in disbelief. “Are you mad? The durrach doesn’t have a head. He can’t be reasoned with!”
“You killed Dorly, the Redcap.” I pointed out.
Mitchell shook his head. “Didn’t you listen to a word I said when I was busy trauma-dumping on you? Even as a wolf, I have trained for years. I can handle a sword.”
My lips pulled to the side. “It was a stupid thought anyway. I need to open my store tomorrow.” I told Mitchell. “I have a delivery coming.”
Mitchell rubbed his hand down his face, sighing. “As long as you’re in your motel room by sundown.”
Chapter Nine
I’d forgotten my Prius, parked haphazardly in the Chug parking lot. I’d almost forgotten the circumstances that led to the lousy parking job at the edge of the lot and the blood Kaleb had left on my back seat.
I wasn’t sure who’d had the idea, but someone had detailed my car since I’d left it.
As I stood, door open, staring down at the pristine backseat, Wyatt, my bodyguard for the day, did not say a word. He simply shrugged when I asked.
Of all the wolves I had been introduced to in the Locket pack, Wyatt was the one I knew least. I knew he was important because he had been called to the meeting with Dean and the others, but I wasn’t exactly sure what his position in the pack was.
Dean was the Alpha of the Locket pack, and I knew that Mitchell held the title of Beta and second in command. Kaleb was an outlier, a Sigma able to ignore orders at will., Kaleb was the oldest wolf in the pack and was treated as an advisor. Wyatt held the role of lead enforcer, but I hadn’t seen enough of the man to know how dangerous he was.
“So, you like yarn?” Wyatt grinned, breaking the silence as we pulled away from the Chug. “I mean, you have to, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t own a store selling it.”
I eyed him as if he had lost his mind. “I don’t just sell yarn.”
“What else do you sell?”
“It’s a craft store.” I rolled my eyes. “I sell craft things.”
“Why?” Wyatt cocked his head to the side.
“Because I like them?”
