Lorraine
Standing in the middle of the empty soccer field, I fought the shiver that zapped through me as I stood in the rain, giving myself a few quiet minutes to prepare. I let myself feel every raindrop that touched my skin, the cold breeze that whipped my hair all around. This was going to work. There was no other option. I let my plan play through my head again and again. It was going to work.
So, with a deep breath, I made my way across the field and over to the pavilion, the only place where there was dry ground at the moment. I unzipped my bag and pulled out the salt and candles needed to summon the bastard to me.
Sloshing through the mud towards me a few moments later was a group of powerful witches, friends of Gwen and Margot. Not just any witched though, no, these women were
