Page 38 of Protected By the Wolf

“You're just as good, if not better, when it comes to making potions,” I said firmly. “Come with me tomorrow. Hear what we have to say.”

“It doesn’t matter what you and your sister witches want to do or know. I’m not telling. It’s a secret I’ve kept for a reason. Many wolves got hurt. Badly.” She gave me a pointed stare, but I wasn’t going to back down.

“Bubbie—”

“No! Miti, I love you. We are family. But no. That’s final.” She went back to stirring her pot, and I could see the tension in her muscles. That wooden spoon might break at any second.

I sighed. “Okay. I’ll stop.”

“Thank you.”

“For now,” I added softly.

She groaned. “Miti!”

“No, Bubbie. It’s too important to let it be. I have to go in order to get to the meeting on time. Bruno is there already.”

She turned around at this, the spoon in her hand dripping soup over her spotless kitchen floor. “You dragged our grandson into this?”

“He’s already part of this war. Our family is directly impacted.” I gave her a pointed look, which made her huff and turn back to her pot. “Plus, he’s looking for Lira and senses she’s already there.”

“His mate.”

“Yes.”

“I heard something about Millie having a twin called Lira.” She looked at me for confirmation, to which I nodded. “How is Bruno holding up?”

“Not well. He’s showing signs of losing his powers, but it’s much earlier than it should be because of the tonic.”

“The family doesn’t know that your cure was not a cure, do they?”

“No, it would cause chaos if they knew.”

Bubbie sighed. “I hope he finds her sooner rather than later.”

“Yes, we need her,” I said. “Lira is showing signs.”

Bubbie’s eyes formed into slits, and I backed up a step. Even if she wasn’t a real witch, angry Bubbie was still not one to trifle with.

“What do you mean, Miti?”

“You know what I mean.” I wasn’t going to play her games.

“She’s already full grown. How did she not know before?”

“Her mom kept her hidden.”

“And who is her mom?”

“Lottie Chan.”

“Charli’s—?”

“Yes, but not now, Bubbie. I hear Jill coming to see you, and I don’t want the family to know yet.”

Bubbie’s eyes had gone big, and I knew she was starting to grasp the gravity of the situation. I pressed on. “I would really like you to come to the meeting.”

She pursed her lips, considering. “Is Sandy going?”

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