Hayne then retreated to the living room to make more space, and Kirsten and Molly hovered in the hall. I couldn’t take my eyes off Jesse.
Kirsten rested a hand lightly on Owen’s shoulder, which surprised me for a second. But then again, Kirsten’s whole job was taking care of wayward witches. I felt a little spark of hope. Maybe if we all survived this, Owen could actually join her group, if that was what he wanted.The touch seemed to give Owen courage. Grandpa didn’t tell me what the spell was about, but he did say he showed it to Werner—that was his father’s name. Werner was super happy. He told Grandpa how proud he was.
But then, later, Grandpa overheard the Luparii discussing what they were going to do with the spell, and he realized what a terrible mistake he’d made. That night, he stole the scroll and ran, all the way to Los Angeles, where no one would ever think to look for him.He didn’t give you any details about this part? Will asked, looking frustrated. What they were going to do with the spell?Owen shook his head, looking miserable. Kirsten took over the story. But from what we’ve been able to find, it looks like Werner didn’t just drop the matter, even when Karl couldn’t be found, she said. Werner was an active Luparii witch, and although he couldn’t replicate the full Wild Hunt spell without the scroll, he was able to re-create one small part of it. They already had plenty of dogs, because even after the scroll was lost, they kept training dogs to hunt werewolves.
Wait, you lost me. Which part of the spell? I said, like an idiot. Because it was so obvious.Kirsten gave me a pitying look. The hounds, she said softly, her eyes dropping down to Shadow. Werner used his knowledge of the scroll to re-create the bargest spell.
I completely tuned out the conversation then, as the size of this whole thing threatened to overwhelm me. You know that feeling, when you’re watching a TV show and they air a flashback that suddenly makes the last five episodes fit together in a new way, and it’s so obvious that you’re mad at yourself . . . and simultaneously impressed with the people who made the show? That’s exactly how I felt in that moment.
Because it had been practically staring me in the face. Three years earlier, when the Luparii had first come to Los Angeles and I had learned about their anti-werewolf efforts, I’d wondered how they had managed to clear all the wolves out of mainland Europe. Our best source, Sashi’s mother, Dr. Noring, had known a little about the history—how the ancient Luparii had spent hundreds of years using bargests to control the werewolf population, meaning they used a bargest to hunt and kill any werewolves who tried to enter their territory. That made sense, once I’d met Shadow, but I’d never understood the logistics of getting all the werewolves out of Europe to begin with. You wouldn’t be able to control more than a few bargests at a time, and even with a handful of them, how could one group cover enough ground to clear that much area?Oh, he said in a small voice. Okay. I’ll go get Laurel. He turned and disappeared into the darkness behind the SUV.
I looked down at Jameson, who was blinking really hard, like he was trying to keep himself awake. I bent and kissed him on the lips. They were cold, but then, so were mine. Don’t die, I told him, brushing wet hair off my face. I’ll be really pissed if you die.Scarlett . . . His fingers fluttered where they lay on his stomach, trying to find my hand. I grabbed them. Come with me. Wyatt will be okay. He’s a vampire. He didn’t say it, but his tone suggested that because Wyatt was a vampire, it didn’t really matter if he was okay.
I’m not like you, I whispered. His face shifted, becoming infinitely sad. But I don’t hold it against you, I added.Cliff ran back toward us, with Laurel a few feet behind him. Let’s get you up, he said to Jameson, but before he could a loud crackle erupted from the direction of his belt. I jumped, then remembered the other walkie-talkie. We’d left it in that big room with the bust, along with my bulletproof vest.