Her white hair, which normally glowed like moonlight, tangled dully down her back. She was dressed in the coven’s robes and could barely hold herself up.
“Irene, what the f**k happened? What did you do to her?”
“It’s not them.” Irene shook her head. “They’ve been sheltering me while I recovered.”
“Recovered from what? There are phones here. Why didn’t you call?”
She looked down and took a deep breath. “Troy, I was kidnapped from my home.”
The implications hit me hard. There was no way someone infiltrated my territory and then carried my witch out unnoticed. “I have a traitor among my pack.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I did not want to believe it, but I was carried out of my home unconscious. I woke up in a circle of six witches. They were absorbing my magic. That kind of ritual tak
