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âI believe my niece needs to eat something. Sheâs had a few trying days,â John told the guys.
Understatement of the week, but effective. Both pulled out of her head as they got the hint that John was basically instructing them to leave Cassie alone. Again, she was going to have to thank him.
âTry weeks,â Cassie replied, grabbing for the syrup. Once her pancakes were covered, she reached for her milk first.
âJared was just telling me that he and some of his friends decided they want to enroll in school in town,â Maria said, starting the conversation up again.
Cassie almost spit out the milk she was drinking. That wasn't a good plan for anyone. The wendigo and the skinwalkers didnât get along for even a moment. Jared and Nate only tolerated each other because they had to. They were linked together through Cassie. If that wasnât there, she was pretty sure they wouldnât be sitting together at the same table.
Jared shrugged. âI was pulled from school eight years ago and want to give it another try. I think my grade level matches up with you. Maybe weâll be in the same classes.â
Nateâs level of annoyance with Jared was slowly rising.
âArenât you a senior like me?â Nate asked.
Jared shrugged again. âIâve missed a bit of schooling over the past few years. I figure it would be best to go back a grade and make sure I didnât skip over anything important.â
That wasnât the answer Nate was looking for. His eyes flashed the sparkly blue of his tiger animal form.
Glancing across the table at Maria, she mouthed the words âhelp meâ to her aunt. There was way too much testosterone in the room for Cassie to deal with. She planned to finish her food and march straight back to bed. She would stay there until the guys went away. It was her day off, and Cassie wanted peace and quiet.
The back door flung open, and Cassie was relieved to see Whitney standing there. Rising, Cassie ran over to hug her friend, but stopped in her tracks when she took a good look at Whitney. Her friendâs tear-streaked face was distraught.
âWhatâs wrong?â Cassie asked.
Whitney started to cry. Maria jumped up and helped Cassie usher Whitney to the chair she had just been sitting in. Cassie stood by her friend, worried. Something had to be majorly wrong. Whitney barely ever cried. Unless it had something to do with Sam, her little brother.
âWhat happened to Sam?â Cassie asked.
She hadnât thought they would allow someone that young to fight the night before, but she didnât know how the clan worked. Whitney had explained that Sam had already changed twice into his totem. If you were old enough to marry at sixteen, maybe you were old enough to fight at twelve.
âTheyâre still missing,â Whitney sobbed.
âWhoâs still missing?â Cassie asked.
John and Maria had freed all the witches the night before. Everyone should have been home tucked in their own beds if they slept like Cassie, or already beginning their day like John and Maria.
âEveryone. My dad. My brother. Six of the witches are still missing. My mother never came home.â Whitney began to cry again.
âWe didnât touch them the whole time we had them,â Jared quickly told Cassie even though her thoughts hadnât drifted there yet.
If the wendigo didnât do anything, and John had freed them, then where did they end up? Cassie looked up at her uncle, and the spatula was nothing more than a ball of metal in his hand. She turned to Nate, who seemed as confused as Jared did. Why were there six witches missing?
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