“Let’s not get distracted,” Niamh said. “We’ve got a ward, so we’re good for today.”
“We’ve got to start thinking of offense,” Siobhan said.
“We’re not strong enough to fight them,” Annie said.
“Right, so maybe we shouldn’t be on the offensive?” Cat risked adding.
Both twins frowned at her, and Cat winced. Historically speaking, she’d been all in on the werewolf offense project. Most of her sisters participated half-heartedly, but it always seemed like the height of logic to her to have as much protection around her as possible. She couldn’t square the rabid version of herself with Mateo’s arms around her.
“I just mean we should be strategic,” Cat said, echoing Siobhan’s favorite word, even though she was still not sure what it meant, even after all these years.
“This is the perfect strategy,” Siobhan said. “Because it will not be a fair fight.”
“What is the strategy, exactly?” Cat said.
Annie shook her head, pale beneath her freckles.
“We nip it off at the source.”
“What are you talking about?” Cat asked.
“We have a couple of grimoires with the original spell. We just undo them,” Siobhan said.
Cat blinked. She could not have heard what the woman just said. “Undo the original spell?”
“Exactly. Then we don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”
Cat gaped. “Undoing the original spell would pull every wolf out of every shifter.” She didn’t actually know that, but she could not take the chance. “You can’t do that!”
“I thought you would be the most enthusiastic!” Siobhan said, baffled.
“You’re taking something from them without their consent.”
“They were never supposed to exist,” Niamh said softly.
“If anything, we would just be righting an ancient wrong that has been causing so many headaches and problems,” Siobhan said with a shrug.
“I think you might actually be insane,” Cat said.
“Catarina!” Niamh said.
“No! You’ve let your fear push you into genuine supervillain territory. These arepeople!”
“Exactly, we will return them to what they should be. People! Who could not do a lick of harm to us,” Niamh said.
“Let’s get started,” Siobhan said and strode back toward the library.
Why didn’t Cat take the grimoires out of that room? Why had she hidden them on the bottom shelf to come back to later to learn more? She should’ve tossed them in the nearest fire.
“You can’t do this,” she said as she trailed after Siobhan.
“What has gotten into you?” the older witch asked.
A vivid vision of the last hour of her life flashed in her head, and Cat let out a high, manic wheeze. “This isn’t right! Or good! They’re not evil just because they’re wolves.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“There are no sides! Not anymore. There’s just people.”
