Page 27 of Her Fierce Dragon
“I’m not sure. I know how to project my memories onto someone, but I’m not sure if I can pull his memories from him.”
“Can you try?” he asked, his eyes softening.
“We’re not supposed to,” she began, but her mouth shut. She thought of what her grandmother had mentioned about dark magic. “But I think I know how. I’ll be right back.”
She jogged into the house and ran up to Feno’s bedroom. Grabbing her small bag that held all of her belongings, she withdrew a worn leatherbound book that she hid in a secret compartment. It belonged to her grandmother and was something else she’d been able to take from her house before she was banned by the coven.
No one knew she had taken it the night she’d run.
She was the rightful heir to her grandmother’s coven, and the book belonged to them. She had sworn to keep it safe and knew she should not leave it behind.
She stood from her perch and made her way through the house, her stomach bunched up in nerves. This was a part of her training that she had yet to receive. If she was to become a high priestess, learning dark magic was part of the training needed to master all of witchcraft.
“I might be able to do it,” she announced, returning outside where Feno and his men still surrounded the shifter.
She nervously glanced down at the book in her hands, knowing it had to be what her grandmother was speaking of.
“What is that?” Feno’s eyes were locked on the heavy book that she cradled against her chest.
“My grandmother’s spell book.”
This book housed the spells of her elderly grandmother, passed down from her mother and her mother before her. Someday, Willow hoped to add her own personal touches to the book and pass it down to her daughter. It was a book that would continue their name forever.
“And what you need is in there?” Feno asked.
“It should be. I’ll need light to see.” She knelt on the ground a few feet from the growling shifter. “He’s not going to shift, is he?”
“Vander.” Feno’s low command sent his brother over to the writhing man.
His low growls made Willow nervous. Even if she could pull off the spell, would she gain much from the vicious wolf? He would need to remain human for the spell to work.
Vander drew back his arm and slammed his fist into the wolf’s jaw, sending him sprawling through the air and landing on the ground with a heavy thud. The night air was quieted as he lay unconscious.
“Thank you,” she murmured. She opened the book and squinted, trying to see the words written on the aged pages. A light appeared over her head, casting a soft glow on the pages, allowing her to see the handwritten spells. She gazed up to find the other man standing next to her with a small flashlight.
“Here you go. By the way, I’m Jodos. Your mate’s been very rude in not introducing us. These two ugly mugs are my best friends.”
Feno cursed, which brought a smile to her face.
“I’m Willow. Nice to meet you.”
“Well, if you ever tire of that ornery old-timer over there?—”
“Jodos!” Feno cut off his friend’s offering.
She laughed, loving that Feno was actually jealous of his friend. His eyes were narrowed, and it was quite obvious he wouldn’t hesitate in defending her against him.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m more than happy with my choice of mate.”
Jodos scoffed and shook his head.
“Spell. Shifter. Find Delia,” Feno snapped.
She chuckled and glanced back down at the book. She slowly flipped the pages, searching for the perfect spell.
“I can’t read the words. What language is that?” Jodos leaned closer.
“This book is protected by a spell. Only blood relatives of its creator will be able to read the words written on the pages,” she responded, turning the page.
