Chloe tugged two crumbling bricks loose from the mausoleum wall. There it was her mother’s book. The moment her fingers brushed the cover, the ground gave a faint shudder.
“Did you feel that?” Chloe glanced at him.
“Yeah. What the hell was that?”
“Dark magic. The kind my mother only used when she had no other choice. It comes with a cost, sacrifice. But if I’m up against something stronger than me, I’ll need it.”
“Chloe, you’re already a powerhouse. This is risky. If someone else gets their hands on it…”
“Then we make damn sure they don’t. Chloe said
Bayou, Nwa pack…
Hunter pulled up to the house by the river in Bayou. The place was eerily quiet; the kind of stillness that makes you hold your breath. Chloe bit back tears, her gaze fixed on the sunset bleeding into the water, surroun
