Astrid
Ms. Hattie is grinning from ear to ear and beaming with excitement as her float makes the grand entrance to the parade. I’m sitting in a lawn chair next to Kane in front of the gift shop when she rounds the street corner, the crowd waving and shouting their approval.
“How come you’re not out there shaking some werewolf tail?” I tease Kane, but his face remains expressionless. Out of the Blackburn trio, he’s the most serious brother, rarely cracking jokes or smiling. I think I’ve only heard him really laugh once when Carson tripped face-first into the mud. It was pretty hilarious, though. I’d nearly peed my pants from laughing so hard.
He blows the steam away from his hot chocolate and sips it slowly. “Not my thing.” He says, lips into a thin line. Last week at the coven meeti
