Page 82 of Moon Cursed

“That’s it,” she confirms. “It’s not a complex spell.”

“I need to check the place they were camped out.”

She nods. “Lead the way.”

Chapter Fifty-Two

Cheryl

Iboughtustwelvehours to find a way to rescue Oscar before he’s stolen by another pack, and I’m already exhausted thinking about the problem and how we can possibly solve it before my Omega mate is stolen away from us by another pack.

When Noah looks up from his phone with a wince, I know it’s bad news.

“It’s almost two and a half hours from here to Limestone Ridge.”

Oh my Goddess. We’re going to have to send someone away for almost half of the time we have to check into who the other pack really are, and what they want.

“Two and half hours?” I let out a sigh. “That’s seriously how far away they are?”

“I mean that’s to their town centre from here. I’m guessing the pack might be further out, in this woodsy looking area here,” I tell her, showing her on my phone. The street-view map shows trees for miles. “So, we’re probably talking three hours or more.”

“Fuck,” I curse, not able to hold it back.

“I can go now,” he tells me, his dark eyes wide. He’s ready and willing to jump into Everett’s car and take off, and I love him for it. “If I go right now, there’s still plenty of time once I’m back to talk anything over that we need to.”

I smile at him, but I shake my head. “I need to think about this. We can’t rush it too much. We should wait for Everett to get back with Rachel. Make sure they haven’t already gotten what we need before we go out looking for it.”

“Also, he should go with a witch,” Amanda says. “They’ll need to get close to the pack without alerting them to find anything out. A cloaking spell’s probably the best way to get in and out undetected if we’re trying to be fast.”

I hate to admit it, but she’s right. This is why we need to think about what we’re doing before we go rushing around like chickens with our heads cut off.

I look at Oscar who’s dozing on the couch. He’s gone through so much. I want to be at his side.

“I can’t go. I don’t want to leave Oscar.” Not to mention Everett. Besides that, my magic still isn’t working. I must have really burned myself out the other day.

“I’d love to be able to do something to help, but I haven’t practiced enough for a cloaking spell,” Amanda admits. “My magic’s still a bit shaky. I didn’t know many spells before we became a coven. It’s been like starting from scratch.”

It’s going to have to be Rachel. I can’t stand that I need to ask someone to do this to help save my pack. Rachel’s already done so much for me. I hate the thought of asking for more.

“Let’s hope they found some campers out there,” I tell them.

“Let’s hope,” Amanda echoes.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Everett

They’regone.Thegrassis flat and discolored in the places where their tents were pitched. A fire that fizzled out ages ago has been left arranged in the middle of the clearing. I kick at the ground.

“I guess this means we’re paying Limestone Ridge a visit,” Rachel says.

I look around, but they’ve left nothing behind but the fire.

“You can’t do something like that witch did before? So, we can see what they were doing out here?”

She laughs. “I wish. Mabel’s been touched by The Fates. She’s been entrusted with the power to look into the past. That’s a huge responsibility. It can’t be taken lightly. Very few people have the power to cast that kind of spell, and they don’t use it to listen to conversations. It’s meant as a tool to correct injustices.”

“Is there nothing else you could do here?” I ask, well aware that there’s a hint of desperation in my voice right now.

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