Chapter 3
DARREN
My grandmother had been a full blood witch, one of the few accepted by pack men in the past. She’d died a few years ago but throughout my life it had become obvious that I’d inherited a few of her traits. An uncomfortable ability knowing when something was wrong was one of those things.
I spotted the guy I was looking for as he walked out the front door of his parents’ house. I called out, “Hey, Billy. I need to speak to Jackson. Do you know where he went?”
Billy, who was Jackson’s cousin, stopped in his tracks to answer me. “Yeah, I heard he went to the flower shop in town to pick up some stuff for Grandma, then was going to see her.”
I nodded, tension eating at my gut.
“I need to go find him,” I said, knowing full well what Billy would say next.
He stared at me fo
