Black ink slowly formed on the paper and her gaze flicked down to read it, but Brayden was fast. He yanked the paper from her hand and she snarled at him before regaining composure.
She glared at him. “Tell me about the threat to my life! And if it’s not serious, you owe me ahugefavor.”
Brayden tucked the note in his pocket and nodded. He gave her a long look and then sighed. “Novus is awake and has started the hunt. He consumed the Elder Fae and he’ll be looking for another powerful meal next.” Brayden had barely gotten the words out before Morgana stood, her chair screeching backward.
“You’re sure it was Novus?” She sounded breathy, panicked.
Brayden nodded. “Seeing a death at his hand is not something one forgets.”
“Thank you,” she said, which I hadn’t expected. Reaching out, she smoothed the ends of her long purple hair and looked down at the floor for a moment.
Brayden nodded and then turned to leave. Then the Witch Mother spoke.
“Brayden.” Morgana’s voice held a slight fragility. “Most supernaturals wouldn’t notice, but the blonde one…” She pointed to Leah. “Smells like a full-blown Greywolf.”
All three of us froze and Brayden looked at the witch with a pinched expression, trying to cover what was definitely shock.
“If you report her to the Fae Lords, I’ll kill you and your entire coven,” he said boldly.
Morgana’s upper lip peeled back. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Everyone calm down.” I stepped forward and held my hands out between them.
If Morgana could smell that Leah was a Greywolf and she hadn’t even shifted yet, then the Fae Lords would be able to as well, and the fight was in less than a month. We needed to suppress her powers.
“Can you help us cover her power? Make it so the Fae Lords won’t smell her?” I pleaded with Morgana.
I didn’t want my best friend and now confirmed sister to die.
Morgana appraised me. “She’s one of your sisters?” she asked.
I nodded. Wren or Lena, I didn’t know, but if we were both Greywolves with memories of Brayden, then she had to be.
Morgana blew air out through her teeth. “I am not as powerful as the Elder Fae, but I could make a potion. She’d have to drink it monthly to stay hidden.”
I gave a nervous laugh. “That’s a lot of favors.”
She nodded and then looked over at Leah. “Or one really big one.”
Leah looked anxious for the first time since hearing about this supernatural life.
“Like what?” my bestie asked.
Morgana slipped out from behind her desk and batted her eyelashes at Leah. “Like a monthly sample of blood or hair. I would even take nail clippings.”
“Absolutely not!” Brayden roared.
Morgana shot him an angry look. “To enhance my own spells,notto spell her. I would give you my oath.”
That seemed to relax Brayden, but Leah looked slightly nervous and I was freaking out for her. “You want her blood? Why?”
Morgana looked at me and frowned. “She is a Greywolf with full power. Every part of her is like a booster to my magic. You would know that if you were Lena, andshecan’t be Lena because she has her power. Sowhoare you?” she asked me.
Screw Lena!I wanted to scream. I was sick of hearing this woman’s name, even if it was my own.
“I’m Averly. New to the wolf pack.” I went for the truth in case she could tell a lie, and that seemed to satisfy her.
“Give her the potion for this month and I’ll give you one of my hairs,” Brayden exclaimed.
