Feno flew higher in the sky, heading toward a mountainous region to try to figure out which mountain or hill that Delia could be hidden in.

Sunny discovered there was a pack of rogues that had moved into Blue Creek recently. It wasn’t known if they would be staying to join the local packs. Feno would have to make contact with the local packs to see if they’d spoken with the rogues. Wolves could be territorial when it came to rogues moving in on their land.

The clouds parted as his dragon pushed on.

“Where the hell have you been?” Vander scoffed at him through their telepathic link. He hadn’t spoken to his brother over the past few days since he met Willow. He would have to introduce her to the family.

Yesterday at the lake had been earth-shattering for him. Now he understood why his brother was so protective over Faye. Vander had come close to losing Faye when an evil dragon named Gamair went after her. He had kidnapped Faye from Vander’s castle. Feno and Jodos immediately helped hunt Gamair down and destroyed the black dragon.

“I’ve got a lot going on. I’ll have to explain later.” He didn’t even know how to tell his brother that he had found his mate.

“Does it have something to do with the woman that was with you when Winston picked you up the other night?”

What the hell? Why would Winston go blabbing to Vander about him picking up a woman? Well, he guessed this was his way to share with his brother that he had found his mate.

“Winston needs to mind his own damn business,” he muttered.

“Don’t go blaming him. You never take a woman back to your condo. She has to be special,” Vander said.

Feno’s keen shifter eyes took in the mountains, but didn’t see anything. He decided to get a little closer so that he could ensure that the mountain was empty.

“Willow’s my mate,” he admitted as he coasted near the land.

“Mate? You’ve found your mate and you didn’t think to tell anyone?” Vander’s voice held a hint of hurt to it.

“Don’t be such a pansy,” Feno snorted. “She’s the granddaughter of Delia.”

“The high priestess?” Vander whistled. “Isn’t her coven trying to banish the granddaughter?”

Feno growled at the mention of her banishment. He dipped down farther, taking in the land, but only saw wild animals running to hide at the presence of his beast cutting through the sky. He pulled back up, determining that the region was free of rogues.

“Willow’s innocent. Someone’s framing her.”

“You’re trying to help her find Delia?” Vander asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“What do you need me to do?” Vander asked without hesitation.

“Contact the alpha of the Rahound Pack. See if they got word of rogues moving in. From what we can find out, Delia was taken by rogues who are here in Blue Creek.”

“Got it,” Vander replied. “And Feno? Congratulations, brother. I can’t wait to meet Willow.”

His dragon was anxious to get back to Willow. She was sleeping this morning when he had left the house. She’d been drained of her energy and needed to rest. He had left her a note that he would return soon. He picked up speed and turned toward his condo in town. It was time to take her to his castle, his real home. The one that he had spent most of his life preparing for the day he would meet his mate.

Willow opened her eyes and knew that the bed beside her was empty. She rolled onto her side to look where Feno had slept. She ran her hand across the sheets and found them to be cold.

“Feno?” she called out.

Nothing.

The house was quiet, except for the gentle hum of the electricity brimming throughout the house. She slid to the edge of the bed and paused when a white piece of paper on the nightstand captured her attention. She reached for it, mesmerized by the bold strokes of Feno’s writing.

Willow,

You were asleep and I didn’t have the heart to wake you. I will go and search the highest mountains near us. It’s quicker in my shifted form. I shall return soon.

Yours forever,

Feno

She traced the boldness of his name, feeling his essence permeate from the small piece of paper. She smiled at the words Yours Forever. Feno Kelmyar was her life mate. She thought of the rush of power she felt when they merged and knew that together, they would be able to defeat any enemy.

Willow rose from the bed with a wide grin on her face. The euphoric feeling she was experiencing couldn’t be shattered by anything. She grabbed a button-down shirt from Feno’s closet to cover her nakedness. His shirt was extremely large on her. It easily made it’s way to her knees, and the sleeves engulfed her hands. She folded the arms up as she walked down the stairs.

She was curious about Feno and walked through the house for the first time, noting that his condo was plain and clean. Not too many mementos around it.

This would have to change.

She floated into the kitchen as her stomach growled. The refrigerator revealed that Feno was not a cook. She stood and stared into the empty contraption.

“What are we supposed to eat?” she muttered with a laugh.

She opened the cabinets and found coffee grounds and grew excited to make herself a good cup of coffee.

A slight movement from the corner of her eye caused her to turn and look out the glass patio doors that led outside.

Nothing.

“Must have been an animal,” she murmured, turning back to the single-serving coffee maker that sat on the counter. She went back to the fridge and found creamer in the door and closed it, just as movement again caused her to turn. This time, she saw a yard filled with witches.

Her heart slammed against her chest. Were they here to send her away from Blue Creek? She knew she wasn’t welcome, but this was a little bit much if it took this many people to make her leave. She sat the creamer on the counter by the coffee maker before walking over to the patio door.

Willow stared out and found Sunny standing in the front of the group. Witches of all ages and levels stood united in Feno’s backyard.

“Here goes nothing,” she murmured as she pushed the door open. She wished she would have put on clothes. Nothing like being the victim of a witch hunt and being naked, aside from a long men’s shirt.

“Willow, we come in peace,” Sunny announced as she stepped forward.

Willow could feel her eyes widen as she stood frozen in place. She took a nervous breath as she looked around at the witches. They returned her gaze with curiosity brimming in their eyes.

“Sunny, what’s going on?” she asked, closing the patio door as she made her way into the center of the brick patio.

“I’ve told my coven of your power and what you shared with me. They wanted to see the granddaughter of Delia. She’s an ally to our coven, and if she’s in trouble, then we’re here to help,” Sunny said.

“I would never harm my grandmother. She’s my blood, my life. Whatever you heard about me was all lies,” Willow proclaimed to the group. She refused to act as a helpless victim. She would save her grandmother and find out who had betrayed her and her grandmother.

“Willow, allow me to introduce you to our high priestess, Daire Soulton.”

Willow murmured a greeting to the elder woman that stepped forward. Her long graying hair hung in waves over her shoulders. Her face remained youthful, but Willow could sense the age and wisdom brimming from her eyes.

“Sunny has told us of the memory that you shared with her. It takes a strong witch to wield that kind of power. She also shared with us that you were able to reach Delia. The Blue Moon Coven is at your disposal,” Daire conveyed.

“Yes, I was able to use my third eye to open an interdimensional space and communicate with her,” Willow informed the group.

Murmurs echoed through the air as the witches stared at her with wide eyes.

“She’s met her other half. I witnessed them merge their powers together. It was beautiful.” Summer turned to the group.

“Delia is a strong witch, and it would seem that you are following in her footsteps.” Daire nodded to Willow. “We will help in any way that we can. Just say the word.”

Willow nodded her head, too choked up with emotion as she stared out at the group. Tears flooded her eyes, but she hastily wiped them away and smiled.

The sound of the patio door opening behind her caused her to turn. Feno stepped through the door, with a fierce scowl on his face.

“What’s going on out here?” he growled. Willow could feel his power hitting her as he came to stand behind her. He wrapped his strong arm around her and pulled her to him.

“This is Sunny and her coven,” she advised him. She turned in his arms so that she could face him. “Her coven is here in support of me.”

“But why are you crying? I felt the ache in my chest that could only be you.” He tore his intense gaze from the people in the yard, but it softened as he looked down at her.

“They’re tears of joy. They believe me,” she whispered, leaning her head against his broad chest. Relief filled her at the thought that the local witch coven believed her.

“I knew they would,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of her head.

“Feno Kelmyar, we are at her disposal. Please, let us know how we can help.”

“Spread the word of her power and that she spoke the truth. There’s a traitor in her coven. Someone who wants to tear them apart and destroy Delia. We need everyone’s eyes open. My brother is reaching out to the wolf shifters as we speak to notify them that rogues are present in Blue Creek. That’s who we believe took Delia.”

“Acting on whose orders?” Daire questioned.

Willow turned back around to face the group. “That’s what I plan to find out.”