Bewitching Waters

Chapter 5: Tailed

The three from the Bloodfang pack waited until the old green truck pulled out of the car park, following a car behind as they pulled into the lights.

Old Oscar was on the edge of his seat, his head tilted so his good eye could watch the truck ahead of them.

While Old Tom drove. I wasn't there that night. I wasn't selected to go... maybe this is how I can make it up and help what happened that night.

Many of the older wolves of the pack who were still alive felt the same way. Knowing the story of that night to more or lesser amounts.

"Shouldn't we tell Alpha Bryce that the Ravenwood Hunter is still alive? He would want to know." Tommy trailed off as he brought out his phone. He was young and hadn't turned but he was loyal to the pack and his place was yet to be decided. It would depend on his wolf and strength.

Pushing the phone away and down Oscar tilted his head to look at Tommy, "You kids and your phones." He dismissed.

Then, Old Tom had an answer between both of them, "Save your battery for some photos. Bryce will want proof, not lip service."

Tommy nodded his head, his bun hitting the roof of the car awkwardly. It didn't seem to phase him too much. He was happy with his job to do in all of this.

Jackson at first didn't realise he was being tailed, or even that he was being watched in the shops.

It was only when they were back on more country roads and left urban upbuilds did he get suspicious, the same blue sudan that left the car park was still behind him.

Looking in the mirror and tilting it briefly, his eyes narrowed.

Perhaps if he were a younger man he would have picked up on this far sooner and before now.

It didn't matter, he had to shake them off... although he wasn't 100% but he was sure they were tailing.

Picking up spead he did 4 laps around different country backroads.

Eventually, when he seemed to loose them he drove back to his own farm.

If it were the Bloodfangs, then Jackson didn't know if they were able to set foot on their land at all or had just backed off and forgotten where the Ravenwoods was. That seemed possible but unlikely. He didn't want to chance that he was wrong, thinking they couldn't set foot on the farm when if they could.

If it was vampires or another wolfpack, then nothing would save them.

Turning off his head lights and only using night lights he drove back to the farm and up the drive way.

---------

The whole time, Saorsie had been reading through different grimoires and experiences of women in her family.

Not all the grimores were there, like aunt Rose's. Which made sense since she was alive and not talking to the family. Grandma Lilly's had been updated almost until the day she died.

Journal entries about training Heather.

Saorsie had decided she would try use her grandmas grimoire to begin trying to train herself at the lower levels.

Grimores definitely pulled her to them but her grandmother's the most. Light creamy hand tanned leather binding, with a large which white spherical crystal embedded that seemed to hold colours in it that flickered with the flames of the room. 4 smaller decorated the corner and detailed patterns were embossed around these.

Her mothers, Heather's, was a bit different. It was a dark oak colour of leather that was also hand tanned, but it was rougher in the hands. Amethyst adored the spine and near a single edge of the cover. These weren't spherical or perfect but rawer. It held it's own power. Yet both books felt warm when they were held or read.

To Saorsie, the longer she spent reading, it also felt like she was bonding and getting to know the two lost female figures in her life.

While the whole notion if being a which bewildered her; for the grimores she was thankful.

After a long time looking over different crystals and what they do in Lilly's grimore she began yawning and decided to call it a night. Placing both grimores back on the shelf back in order.

Heading back up the stair case the torches extinguished as she left the space.

The bookshelf snapped back up and over in place. As though the stairs were never there.

She readied herself for bed, brushing her teeth and changing into her comfortable clothes.

Tying up her long black hair, "Today has been wild," She said to herself in the mirror "To think... I'm a witch. Wonder when the strange things will start. Mum and grandma had them so maybe they'll be the same..."

Just as she was dosing off, she heared the coughing chug of the farm truck pull up. Grandpa's home. She thought warmly as she snuggled up in her bed.

Her mind filled with crystals and their properties and abilities. How they can be activated and what they needed to do.

Faces of the witches of old in her bloodline features in her dream as she slept.

----------

Grandpa Jackson's left the truck right out side the farm house. Finally turning off all lights.

Was I really being tailed? He wondered, Or am I just a paranoid old man?

He struggled with his keys and a back of shopping in the same arm as his stick. With a jingle the door opened.

There was no usual greeting from Saorsie and he guessed she was still downstairs and had followed the compulsion he thought he had seen earlier.

Hobbling through the living room, the walking stick led the way. He began putting the groceries away. Before going back out to the car and attempting to get the last two bags.

Just as he was about to walk into the house for the night and the last time this evening, familiar lights were on the road driving by the farm.

The lights of the blue sedan. The same hue shape and colour.

" I was being tailed!" There was conviction in his words. He wasn't an old fool and he had been right earlier.

What this meant, he didn't know. As the car didn't stop or slow. Neither did it make the turn that would lead up the drive of the farm to the house. It just drove past.

He had lost that car an hour ago - or so he thought.

Walking back into the little farm house and locking the old farm truck, after finishing unpacking the groceries, he went to his bedroom and opened an old cabinet.

The key clicked in place and a silver hand gun and two longer silver guns, another silver shotgun and a silver rifle could be seen.

With a different key he unlocked a small box in the cabinet, holding different bullets for different guns neatly. Being orderly was a point of pride for Jackson.

This included order enough to be prepared to protect Saorsie, his last remaining family at all costs.

Taking out all of the guns, he loaded all of the with bullets. Deciding that he would give Saorsie the silver handgun, this would ensure that she would be safe - just in case.

Hugging his shotgun, loaded and ready in his arm chair. He fell asleep waiting for a knock that never came.

---------

The wolves had doubled back on themselves as old Oscar suddenly yelled, "THERE! THAT'S IT! THATS THE FARM! THERE!"

As he was saying this, an old man with shopping bags could be seen up the farm drive watching them. He stood beside the green old farm truck they had been tailing. It was him and Tommy knew it, while Old Tom kept driving.

Back to back clicks fired on Tommy's phone. Taking pictures of the farm, the man, the truck and ensuring he got the license plate.

"Good lad, Tommy," His dad, Old Tom, encouraged, "Alpha Bryce might actually listen to Oscar on this now, photo proof is hard to deny."

With that they never stopped and continued driving back to the pack.