Whispers at Moonrise

shadow you for the time being. Holiday and I will be there shortly to go to the falls. But until I investigate this whole fog thing, you’re not to leave that cabin without me knowing where you are and who you are with.”
    She flinched slightly at his tone and new demands. Surely he was exaggerating. “Do you mind if I go back to the office with you?” Kylie asked. “I’d sort of like to check on Clara.”
    He hesitated, but nodded, and they started down the path to the office. Kylie gave the woods one last glance and felt nothing. Had they already left?
    Her gut instinct said they had. Question was, would they come back? And if so, could she find a way to go to them?
    *   *   *
    Before Kylie stepped up on the porch, she heard Lucas talking. “You can’t keep doing this!” His voice carried.
    Kylie wasn’t sure if it was her sensitive hearing or if he was talking that loudly. Considering how private werewolves were, she suspected the former.
    “What did I do?” Clara asked. “I told them I was coming here and I did.”
    “Where else did you go? Did you go see Jacob?” Lucas’s tone came out tight.
    “Of all people, I would assume you could understand my need to see who I wanted to see.”
    “As strange as it is, I think Dad’s right about him.”
    “Really, are you going to let him choose your lifemate? Wasn’t that what you two were arguing about when you were back there? Your affection for Kylie?”
    Kylie’s breath caught. Lucas had argued with his dad about her?
    “We’re talking about you,” Lucas snapped.
    “I’m here, isn’t that what matters?” Clara asked. “Isn’t that what you want?”
    “What I want is for you to quit playing games, Clara. I’m trying to help you.”
    “Games? Please, you are the biggest game player of them all. You play games with the Council, with Dad, with your mom, and with Grandma. You even play them with Fredericka. I’ll bet you’re even playing games with that witch of yours.”
    “I’m not playing games, and I don’t have a witch.”
    Kylie hesitated as they moved closer to the cabin’s steps, and from the look Burnett sent her, she supposed that he, too, was hearing the conversation.
    “I could still walk you to the cabin,” Burnett offered, and from his tone, Kylie sensed he understood how this might be hard for her. His concern should’ve been touching; instead she didn’t like knowing everyone knew her business. She preferred her private life to stay private.
    “I’ll have to face him sooner or later,” Kylie said, glancing away.
    But even Kylie had to admit, later sounded really tempting. Yet she squared her shoulders and continued walking, her gut tight at the thought of Lucas’s response to her being a witch.

 
    Chapter Fourteen
    As Kylie and Burnett took the steps up to the office, Kylie suddenly wished she hadn’t come.
    Behind the door, Clara continued arguing with her brother. “I think she might have been the one who sent the fog after me. She pretended like she rescued me, but maybe the witch was just—”
    “You think who sent the fog after you?” Lucas demanded.
    “Kylie!” Clara fumed.
    Kylie’s breath hitched.
    “Kylie isn’t a witch,” Lucas said.
    Burnett pushed open the office door; Clara and Lucas, positioned in the entryway, turned around. Kylie prepared herself for his reaction.
    “I am for the time being.” Kylie decided to expose her cards and worry how the game would be played later.
    “You’re what for the time being?” Lucas asked, unaware that Kylie had been privy to their conversation.
    “A witch,” she said.
    Lucas stared at her forehead. Shock, confusion, and disappointment flickered in his eyes. “What … Witches don’t have speed. They can’t run … like you run.”
    “Confused the hell out of me, too,” Clara said. “That’s when I realized she probably cast a spell, and if she cast that spell, maybe she did it all.”
    “I didn’t create the fog,” Kylie said. Was Clara really already turning on her?
    “So how did you know where to find me? And don’t lie again and say you heard me. I wasn’t close enough for you to hear my screams.”
    The accusation stung, but Kylie tried not to take it to heart. Clara had reasons for being suspicious. Witches weren’t supposed to be able to run like lightning or have super hearing. Which validated Kylie’s belief that she wasn’t a witch.
    But if her grandfather and aunt could turn themselves into fog, did that mean