Page 81 of Cursed Love
The safe house where they met the pack was only a few blocks from a mansion Volark and Aja were holding Ryan captive. Along with Ethan and the pack, Serena and a couple of her witches would join them.
Turning around, Brandy sucked in a deep breath and rolled her neck as the group undressed. She was far from a prude, but seeing that many fit naked bodies was unnatural.
Peter chuckled at her, but she refused to give him any more pleasure. “I won’t be able to communicate with you or Xander in your wolf forms, right?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
She shifted and looked from Peter to Ethan. “Which is it?”
“Serena and I created a spell that will help. It’s temporary. We aren’t sure how long it will last, to be honest. You both need to drink this,” Ethan said and offered them each a small vial filled with a white liquid.
“This looks like jizz,” Peter said, vehemently shaking his head.
“Ah! Gross, Peter!”
Ethan chuckled at them both. “It does look nasty. I’ll give you that. It’s not jizz or any other kind of bodily fluid.”
They eyed him skeptically and accepted the vials. “What is it?”
“It’s complicated, and we don’t have time to explain. Drink it, and, Brandy, you need to read this,” Ethan said, giving her a sliver of paper.
With a sigh, she lifted the liquid to the light before tossing it back. A variety of flavors burst in her mouth, coconut being on the forefront. “Not jizz. Come on, you big baby.”
Peter shot her a glare and drank the white potion.
“Unlock the door to our minds. Give us the ability to speak.”
Both Brandy and Peter winced and grabbed their heads. Her head swam with a weird sensation, and her eyes widened in surprise. “What the—”
“Fuck? What the hell was that, Ethan?” Peter barked, fear causing his voice to boom. A few werewolves still lingering around turned at his tone and growled in Ethan’s direction.
Ethan raised his hands in defense. “You need to be in wolf form in order for it to work. Trust me, man.”
A growl tore free from Peter before he dropped his pants. Brandy’s gaze moved to the ceiling at the first sign of his tan skin.
“Fucking witches!”
“Hey!” she snapped at her friend. When her eyes darted toward him, she took a step back.
“Babycakes?”
Brandy nodded with wide eyes.
“See, I told you it would work. I just don’t know for how long.”
She looked at her brother’s smug face and rolled her eyes. To her right, she felt a burst of magic and spun on her heels to find Xander. Her hand flew to her chest. “You scared me!”
“He’s sorry.”
Xander sat on his haunches and lowered his head. “Oh, it’s okay,” she told Xander and wrapped her arms around his soft neck.
“Babycakes!”
“Oh, sorry,” she said and rose to her feet. “I guess it’s time we get going.”
Brandy and Ethan followed Peter as Xander, in charge of protecting their backs, trailed them. When they neared the mansion, they found demons patrolling the outer perimeter. Brandy froze them with little effort before setting them on fire, each kill raising her confidence.
