Chapter 9
BILLY
One minute we were standing on the sidewalk in town, glaring at a cluster of three older witches. The hairs on my arms and legs had been standing on end as my shifter howled to get out.
Then the next moment, light flashed before my eyes.
I staggered like a drunk, legs weak, heart pounding, sweat rolling down my back.
I grabbed for anything to stop myself from falling to the floor. My hands found nothing to grasp and I bit the dust.
My vision cleared as my head whirled, and my fingers dug into the dirt beneath my hands.
We were back in our town. Or I was. I glanced around. Where were the others?
Jackson’s groan sounded a few feet away, and I pushed myself to roll over onto my back, breathing heavily.
“What the hell happened?” Jackson asked, coughing.
Darren stagger
