Hounded

the long view on dealing with irritating people—as in, I’m going to outlive whoever irritates me, so the problem will eventually go away. I had privately changed » This, too, shall pass « into » You, too, shall die, « and it helped me avoid all sorts of conflict. I can honestly say I had not felt such anger thrumming in my bones since World War II, but that text managed to bring all the old rage rushing back.
    She dognaps my friend, holds him for ransom, and makes Wizard of Oz jokes?
    Gods Below, I hate witches.

Chapter 21
    I showed the text to Magnusson, unable to summon anything coherent to say. He grunted at the message, and passed the phone back to me. I could see the other werewolves bristle as he communicated the message to them through their mental link.
    » Will you call her for me, please, « Magnusson said, struggling mightily to control his anger, » and discover where they are holding Hal? He was unconscious for a time, and now he’s awake but they have him blindfolded and he cannot say where he is. «
    » Absolutely, « I said. » Please remain quiet during the call so she will not know you are listening. « Werewolves would have no trouble hearing everything she said.
    Magnusson confined himself to a curt nod, and I punched in the number indicated from the text.
    » It took you long enough, « Emily purred at me after a single ring. » Maybe your dog doesn’t mean as much to you as we thought. «
    » Prove to me he is still alive, « I ground out. » I will not talk to you any further without that. «
    » I will have your lawyer confirm it, « she said. » Hold on. « There was a pause, some rustling and snarling, and then I heard Emily telling Hal to tell me he was okay.
    » Atticus, « he gasped at me, strain evident in his voice. » I see half the coven in the woods somewhere. « There was a thud and a snarl, and I heard Emily in the distance shouting at him to just tell me the dog was fine, nothing more. » We’re tied up to trees. Silver chains. Oberon is unharmed so far. «
    » That’s enough! « Emily yelled. She returned the phone to her mouth and I heard a couple of whines from Oberon. He was still alive.
    » In the eastern Superstition Mountains, take the Haunted Canyon trail to Tony Cabin, « she said. » On some maps it’s called Tony Ranch—same thing. Come alone after dark. Bring the sword. We will bring the dog and the wolf. «
    » If either of them is harmed, I will bring the sword into contact with your neck, and damn the consequences, « my voice rasped into the phone. » Do you understand me, witch? You are bound to me by your own blood. If you kill them, you can be sure that I—along with Hal’s pack—will hunt you down. You have no idea what is coming after you now. «
    » Don’t I? I suppose I will just have to ask my friend Aenghus Óg. I’m sure he’ll let me know what manner of worm you are. «
    » Ask yourself this, witch: If I am a worm to him, why hasn’t he crushed me in the last two thousand years? And why does he feel the need to ally himself with your coven if I am so easily dealt with? «
    » Two thousand years? « Emily said.
    » Two thousand years? « Magnusson said.
    Whoops! This is why I don’t like to get angry. It makes you reveal things you would rather keep secret. Still, I couldn’t let Emily know that she had scored any kind of coup by getting a fairly accurate estimate of my age, so I used it as a hammer.
    » That’s right, lassie, you’re completely fucked. The only chance you have of surviving this night is bringing me my friends healthy and happy. « I hung up before she could reply.
    » You’re not going out there alone, « Magnusson said immediately. He had of course heard every word.
    » I was rather counting on you to come along, « I replied.
    » They’ve put the sack back over his head, « Magnusson said, » but we saw six witches through the link before they did. Your hound is with them. And Hal smelled someone else there too, but didn’t see who it was. «
    » What did it smell like? «
    Magnusson’s eyes rolled up as he recalled it and put words to it. » Oak and bear fur and … wet feathers. Some kind of bird. «
    » That would be a swan, « I said. » It’s one of Aenghus Óg’s animal forms. «
    » Who is this Aenghus Óg? «
    » Long story, « I said. » The short version is this: He’s a god, and he’ll have some demons with him on top of the witches. I’ll tell you more on the drive out there. Bottom line