The Greystone Ridge Pack Series Book 7: The Last Witch
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Arri Stone
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Fern believes she is the last witch, and the more she is with Kalab—her mate—the more her powers become stronger. So, when Fern finds herself drawn to a mysterious force, not knowing what it is; Kalab swears to protect her.
Through Jupiter’s sight, it reveals fleeting glimpses of the werewolves’ uncertain future. As fated mates, Kalab and Fern set out to uncover the truth. But what they find is unlike anything they expect. The unprecedented situation pushes their connection to its breaking point. The world is about to find out werewolves are real.
Chapter 1: A Warning for His Mate
KALAB
I sit bolt upright, my lungs working in rapid, shallow breaths. Trickles of sweat roll down my temples, and I swipe it away. It is pitch black outside, and the bed is empty next to me.
“Fern?” I call out softly as I climb out of bed.
Since arriving back home with my mate, things haven’t been easy for her. She has spent years in captivity, being kept barely alive because of Kathrine, so adjusting to outside life is hard.
I follow the tug on my heart—our bond—and pad through the house as silently as I can. Wolf and Xena are at the other end, so hopefully I won’t wake them.
My heart races and my wolf becomes anxious. I can’t smell her in the house. I quicken my pace and race outside into the night.
“She is out here,” Onyx, my wolf, senses her.
I glance toward Scarlet and Warwick’s home, but darkness shrouds it, just like Nox and Jupiter’s. Only theirs has a dim night light, but that is for the baby—Venus.
I can’t sense any threats around, and it is easy here as the air changes very quickly when someone unwanted appears. The land recognizes our small pack—that’s what Jupiter says.
Onyx is eager to take control, so I drop my boxers and transform. He is as black as the night and he takes off, following his nose.
“How the hell did she get out here without us noticing?” I mutter to Onyx as he runs. He grunts in return.
He races up the mountainside, and that is when we see her. My heart races as we slow to reach her. I am careful not to spring any surprises on her if she is in a trance or something.
A purple mist rises around her, and I hold Onyx back. He lowers himself down on his haunches, and we watch, as I don’t want to interfere.
The ground trembles around us, and I tense. Fern hasn’t really used any of her powers since being here, so this is new. As far as we know, she is the last witch.
The ground swallows the purple mist, and I hear her inhale sharply, a desperate, air-starved gasp. She falls forward, and I take over from Onyx and run to her.
“Fern?” I carefully lift her body up and against mine. She is freezing. I brush her hair back and hold her tighter, kissing her forehead. “I’ve got you.”
Her eyes flicker open. “Kalab?” She looks around, disoriented. “Oh my God! It wasn’t a dream?” Her breath hitches, and there is panic in her voice.
“What was the dream?” I sit on the grassy mountaintop and hold her in my lap.
“You’re naked.” Her eyes shimmer—the stars reflecting in them.
“I let Onyx out to find you. It was quicker.” I kiss her cheek, feeling her temperature rise. “You said you thought you were dreaming?” I push her for answers.
She moves off my lap and kneels down and presses her hands onto the ground. “A warning. Something isn’t right, and I must go.”
Onyx’s hackles rise; he doesn’t like those words as much as I do. “What do you mean you have to go? What warning?”
“There is a change coming; I can feel it. This isn’t just about the births of hybrid vampire-werewolves; they are not the danger. Nox will have control over them when they grow older.” Her fingers sink into the soil. “Packs are in danger of exposing themselves to humans. I must go to them, warn them.”
“I can get Councilor Hawk to warn them.”
“No, you don’t understand. This is greater than anything. It is possible there is another witch, and she intends to expose everyone.” She stands and holds out her hand to me. “I haven’t fully explored what my abilities can do, but I needed clarity to the haze surrounding me. Up here it is like I can see for an eternity.”
“It is where my mother lies beneath the ground.” A wave of sadness fills me.
“She would be proud of the man you have become. I feel the power up here. She was a seer?” She moves over next to me.
“Yes.” I’d told her the story behind my mother—how a mad werewolf impregnated her, then when she gave birth to me, humans found me and took me. It was how I lived the first years of my life, thinking I was crazy.
Fern shivers in the night air. She is only in her nightwear, so I want to get her home. “How would you like to ride me?” There are two meanings behind it, and Onyx lets out a low grumble inside of me.
Even though I’d marked her as my mate, with her being a witch, there are no possibilities of her transforming into a wolf. I look at what happened to my mother, and I wouldn’t want Fern going crazy. Jupiter has visions of us only in human form together.
“You know I love Onyx.” Her touch is a gentle pressure on my face as her eyes lock with mine, her focus shifting past my outward self and into the core of my mind, searching for Onyx. “I would love to ride him home.”
Still holding my face, she meets my lips with hers, and the same tingling vibrates through them. “This helps fortify our connection.” I feel it getting stronger.
“We shall go to Jupiter in the morning if she isn’t busy. Perhaps she will see this vision you had?” I suggest it, though Fern dislikes being a bother to Jupiter. “My sister loves you.”
She smiles and nods. I let Onyx out, and he lowers himself so Fern can climb on. Her fingers clasp into his fur as we take off slowly. Once we are down and on the flatter surface, Onyx picks up the pace. When we return home, Fern slips off and I change back and pull the boxers on, which are still on the ground.
We head upstairs, and Fern goes to wash herself before joining me back in bed. As she nestles against me, the heat from my body spreads to her, and soon her feet and body feel pleasantly warm.
The desire is always there between us, but Fern is worried about what sex will be like. As a witch, she hasn’t experienced it yet, and she is afraid of what might happen. For me, it has been years. I experienced it when I was younger with one person, so technically we are both inexperienced.
Her hand lowers to my cock and fists it in her palm. I let out a soft groan as she moves it back and forth. The pulsing from her hand makes my cock swell, and when she licks the tip, my eyes roll back.
“Fern,” I croak, barely able to get her name out.
With her, every sensation is amplified, and this isn’t just a blow job; it is an experience that touches my soul. Her hand keeps the pace as her mouth takes me and her tongue laps the underside of my cock as she goes down.
Her witch powers notwithstanding, she is simply incredible.
My cock throbs intensely with a craving, and as she sucks it, I grab her hair and thread my fingers through it, feeling the tingles spread throughout my body. Onyx growls inside of me, joining in with the sensations. I am sure this is her doing as well—her way of spreading her love to both of us.
My balls swell and tighten; a release is close. Fern glances up at me and my mouth parts. She sucks harder, her tongue flicking over the tip and sending shockwaves down my cock. It is incredible.
Pulse after pulse, she builds me up, and then I can’t hold back any longer. My body stiffens and my fingers dig into the mattress. I am always afraid my claws will come out and hurt her.
“Fuuuuuck.” A long, guttural moan from deep within me comes out as I ejaculate, and Fern drinks it all.
“Mm, I love the taste of your magic potion.” She wipes her chin and sucks her finger, giving me a cheeky grin.
She might not be ready for sex, but it sure doesn’t stop us from doing everything else.
With a soft pull, I bring her to me, my palm smoothing over the fullness of her breasts. Her lips part as I tug her nipple between my fingers.
I shift my weight, planting a kiss on her tender skin before gently taking her nipple into my mouth.
“Kalab,” she chokes out, her voice trembling with each ragged breath.
Her arousal fills the air, its sweet, earthy aroma already apparent. With a quick tug at the shorts she is wearing, I pull them off. I move lower and spread her legs.
“Are you ready?” My mouth covers her sex, and she cries out in ecstasy.
