The Coven And The Red Moon

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uld have

that’

expecting me. I

the wrist and coaxed him over the thres

rmth and crisp browned crust. Mmm... He scanned the many loaves on the kitchen counter. He counted ei

ink frilled apron, which was covered with a white dusting of flour. “Whenever I get the urge to bake homemade bread I always

er—that might seem too presumptuous—so he stood there holding the bouquet with bo

r recently. A witch thing. A spell, actually. So, y

smell them, though. I

then sneezed. “Whew! Nope, no smell, but I think I got a petal up my nose. Ha! S

. It was nice to see you again today. I thought I frea

dea. Because I certainly need to do something with all this

exiest woman he’d met i

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ow to locate a vampire for the immortality spell. It would also complement the fruitful results of her bread-making endeavor

ation as she spread on some cucumber yogurt sauce, covered that with spinach, pickled onions, peppers and some

t as if her mother was watching over her. She lit the beeswax candle once

o meat in the sandwiches. He was on his third half when Mira returned

iny wrought iron table. His big form seemed to suck up the chair and his knees kept hitting

led red

” he said as she pour

of bread too, if you don’t mind.

met her gaze only brie

his nervousness then, as well. And knowing what he’d known about her, it had to have been toug

-high lilac hedges and low boxwood on the other. As he narrowed his eyes she suspected he was remembe

t there—” she pointed over her shoulder “—

They are what brought me to your doorstep today,

Did you happen to remember an ol

emaining quarter of sandw

y. Mrs. Anderson is a drama queen. She stopped over

onst

from her original assessment that it was B

opped at the corners and h

“But it’s a good thing she thinks that, isn’t it? If she was telling everyone she’d seen a

e in werewolves?” He rubbe

t wasn’t normal for you to tromp through yards in werewolf form. Why were you in my yard th

ous again. Yet much as she shouldn’t push, curiosity was a witch’s be

h more cautious about shifting near hu

ned,” he blurted out. “It’s

, something is

and he checked me out. Said it was probably nothin

fting? I can

c took a bunch of blood

“A

othing. I don’t think you have to worry about finding me

y backyard than Mrs. Anderso

he said

sation topic. She did love an alpha, but she wasn’t

on her plate. “So you said you

ing I’m scion of the Northern Pack withou

. But since I know... What

ck I grew up in has been shrinking every year. A few years ago, Ridge Addison handed over the principal reins to Dean Maverick, which bumped me up to scion,