Page 16 of Her Fierce Dragon
The house was quiet except for the gentle hum of the electricity brimming throughout. 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 wordsYours forever. Feno Kelmyar was her life mate. She thought of the rush of power she’d felt when they’d 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 its way to her knees, and the sleeves engulfed her hands. She folded the arms up and walked down the stairs.
She was curious about Feno and wandered through the house for the first time, noting 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 had her turning and looking 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 had her turning. This time, she saw a yard filled with witches.
Her heart slammed against her chest. Were they here to send her away from Westwend? 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 said and 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 and stepped forward.
Willow’s eyes widened. She stood frozen in place. She took a nervous breath and 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. 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 said a greeting to the elder woman who stepped forward. Her long graying hair hung in waves over her shoulders. Her face remained youthful, but Willow sensed the age and wisdom in her irises.
“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 Bright 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, the witches staring at her with wide eyes.
“She’s met her other half. I witnessed them merge their powers together. It was beautiful.” Sunny 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 we can. Just say the word.”
