haunt you. She’ll make your life—or your after-life, whatever you want to call it—a living hell.”
“Damn, what’s the secret? This must be something crazy,” Steve said, glancing from Colby to Emma. Staring at Emma for a few moments, he covered his mouth with his hand . “I think I know the secret!”
“You do?” Emma’s jaw dropped open . “How did you figure it out?”
“Well, it’s pretty obvious. Almost anyone could tell you must have had a nose job. It’s not a good nose job, either. I think you need to hire a new plastic surgeon and get it re-done,” Steve said.
Emma covered her nose with her hands, and for a moment, Samara was positive she was going to cry. Instead, she threw one of the throw pillows on the couch at him. “You’re such an asshole, Steve! I don’t have a nose job. But now I want one!”
“Oh, shit. My bad,” Steve mumbled, covering his mouth with his hand to conceal his laughter.
Colby glared at Steve. “Watch it, man.”
“Sorry, dude,” Steve said, holding his hands up defeatedly. Turning to Emma, he added, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Emma huffed and then turned back to Samara. “What is this all about?” She motioned to the spirits that loom ed in front of them.
“I needed you to call them here today because we have to get ready to fight the Vyka,” Samara said, glancing over at the spirits. “Have you been able to ro und up a lot of good spirits?”
“Actually, we are beginning to break ground on this,” Natalie said. Motioning to the other female ghost, who stood next to her, she said, “Samara, Luke . . . . This is Elizabeth. The rest of your pack has already been acquainted with her. She’s a ghost friend of ours from Europe—Great Britain, to be exact. She’s been doing her best to round up good spirits there, and it’s been working. We have about eight hundred other Trusted Ones who are ready to fight. All we need to do is let them know when.”
“That’s great,” Samara said, a sigh of relief escaping her throat. She had been worried that the Trusted Ones wouldn’t be able to find any more good spirits who would be willing to help them. It took a huge weight off her shoulders to know that there were eight hundred more of them out there, ready an d waiting to defend her.
“However, it’s not going to be as simple as that,” Elizabeth said, and Samara immediately noted her distinct British acce nt. “We’re still outnumbered.”
“The longer we wait to do this, the harder it’s going to get,” Bennett explained. “Every month, the Vyka are making more and more sacrifices. And they’re not just making one sacrifice at a time, anymore. They’re making multiple sacrifices every month, so they can conjure as many dark spirits as they possibly can.”
“Do you think there’s any way you can keep rounding up more good spirits?” Chris asked from his place across the room. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with K yana’s head lying in his lap.
“We can try, but nothing is guaranteed,” Dante replied. “If there’s any chance we’re going to beat them, we need to act soon . . . before it’s too late. If we wait too long, we run the risk of them making even more sacrifices, and eventually, there might be no thing we can do to stop them.”
Samara exhaled deeply, trying to take in all of this information. They had to act fast, but she knew that was what they needed to do, anyway. “Guys, we need to be prepared for them to make an attack soon. Like, any day now.”
“Why, Sam?” Kyle asked, a nervous look in his eyes. “Did you find out something when you eavesd ropped on their pack meeting?”
“Something like that,” Samara mumbled. Sitting down on the arm of a recliner, she didn’t meet any of her pack members eyes. “I just know they’re getting ready to attack us. They mentioned that they want to get their hands on Grandpa Joe’s talisman. If they do that, it will give them an even bigger
“Damn, what’s the secret? This must be something crazy,” Steve said, glancing from Colby to Emma. Staring at Emma for a few moments, he covered his mouth with his hand . “I think I know the secret!”
“You do?” Emma’s jaw dropped open . “How did you figure it out?”
“Well, it’s pretty obvious. Almost anyone could tell you must have had a nose job. It’s not a good nose job, either. I think you need to hire a new plastic surgeon and get it re-done,” Steve said.
Emma covered her nose with her hands, and for a moment, Samara was positive she was going to cry. Instead, she threw one of the throw pillows on the couch at him. “You’re such an asshole, Steve! I don’t have a nose job. But now I want one!”
“Oh, shit. My bad,” Steve mumbled, covering his mouth with his hand to conceal his laughter.
Colby glared at Steve. “Watch it, man.”
“Sorry, dude,” Steve said, holding his hands up defeatedly. Turning to Emma, he added, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Emma huffed and then turned back to Samara. “What is this all about?” She motioned to the spirits that loom ed in front of them.
“I needed you to call them here today because we have to get ready to fight the Vyka,” Samara said, glancing over at the spirits. “Have you been able to ro und up a lot of good spirits?”
“Actually, we are beginning to break ground on this,” Natalie said. Motioning to the other female ghost, who stood next to her, she said, “Samara, Luke . . . . This is Elizabeth. The rest of your pack has already been acquainted with her. She’s a ghost friend of ours from Europe—Great Britain, to be exact. She’s been doing her best to round up good spirits there, and it’s been working. We have about eight hundred other Trusted Ones who are ready to fight. All we need to do is let them know when.”
“That’s great,” Samara said, a sigh of relief escaping her throat. She had been worried that the Trusted Ones wouldn’t be able to find any more good spirits who would be willing to help them. It took a huge weight off her shoulders to know that there were eight hundred more of them out there, ready an d waiting to defend her.
“However, it’s not going to be as simple as that,” Elizabeth said, and Samara immediately noted her distinct British acce nt. “We’re still outnumbered.”
“The longer we wait to do this, the harder it’s going to get,” Bennett explained. “Every month, the Vyka are making more and more sacrifices. And they’re not just making one sacrifice at a time, anymore. They’re making multiple sacrifices every month, so they can conjure as many dark spirits as they possibly can.”
“Do you think there’s any way you can keep rounding up more good spirits?” Chris asked from his place across the room. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with K yana’s head lying in his lap.
“We can try, but nothing is guaranteed,” Dante replied. “If there’s any chance we’re going to beat them, we need to act soon . . . before it’s too late. If we wait too long, we run the risk of them making even more sacrifices, and eventually, there might be no thing we can do to stop them.”
Samara exhaled deeply, trying to take in all of this information. They had to act fast, but she knew that was what they needed to do, anyway. “Guys, we need to be prepared for them to make an attack soon. Like, any day now.”
“Why, Sam?” Kyle asked, a nervous look in his eyes. “Did you find out something when you eavesd ropped on their pack meeting?”
“Something like that,” Samara mumbled. Sitting down on the arm of a recliner, she didn’t meet any of her pack members eyes. “I just know they’re getting ready to attack us. They mentioned that they want to get their hands on Grandpa Joe’s talisman. If they do that, it will give them an even bigger
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