Page 7 of Bewitched by the Werewolf (The Bewitching Hour #5)

“Thanks, but that’s alright. I’m sure she’ll eventually tell us, or whatever it is will pass.

” His hands relax on to his lap and he shrugs.

Sometimes that’s all you can do with Ginger.

She has her own agenda, and it isn’t always clear.

It’s just best to let it run its course and deal with the aftermath when it inevitably arrives.

“I’m sure you’re right. I can keep an eye on her for the time being. See if she does anything odd.”

Although I may not understand everything my little sister does, I can tell when something is odd or out of the ordinary. Hunter nods and I make a mental note to track her down soon and check in on her.

“What else do you have to report? Anything new going on? Besides the elf,” he adds. We’ve already discussed him and made sure my deputy and anyone else we trust to keep an eye on the town knows of his presence.

Neither of us were able to get much out of Roman, other than lies.

Elves are great at lies and deception. He wasn’t fooling us though, we know who sent him.

Victor, the slimiest of them all. I scowl at the thought of the elves and their presence in my hometown.

I only wish our rules pertaining to handling elves were stricter and less… pleasant. Elves don’t deserve pleasant.

In all the talk of Ginger’s odd behavior and elves, I almost forgot about the cabin last night.

“Nothing notable. I did however notice something strange last night.”

Hunter’s attention focuses on me, and I lift my chin in response. “And what would that be?” he asks.

“You weren’t at the cabin last night, were you?”

I want to make sure I wasn’t just spotting him cleaning it or preparing it for a visitor.

Jumping to conclusions instead of seeking out logical explanations is not how I operate.

If Hunter was in the cabin, then there’s nothing more to it.

Mystery solved. It’s always best to rule out the obvious before seeking alternative explanations.

“No. I haven’t been to the cabin in weeks. Why?” His brow furrows with concern, as does mine now that I know it wasn’t him.

“I passed by there on a run last night and noticed a light on. Thought you might have been there for some reason.”

“No, it wasn’t me. Did you ask Ginger?” Hunter parrots my previous words back at me. But I know it wasn’t our sister.

“No. I saw her when I was in town for dinner last night, and she said she was going to her apartment to do some late-night work.”

Since I saw her before I went on my run and saw the light on in the cabin, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t her. If she was “working” that meant she would be plastered to her computer for hours doing what she does best. You wouldn’t be able to pry her away from her keyboard with grease and a crowbar.

Hunter grunts and taps his finger on his desk.

A sure sign he’s planning something. Maybe he knows something I don’t, maybe the reason why Ginger is acting so weird has something to do with the cabin, even if it wasn’t her there last night.

I wouldn’t put it past our sister to do something like that behind our backs.

She doesn’t like asking for permission, or forgiveness.

Ginger is a strong and independent female and doesn’t need anyone telling her what to do.

At least so she’s told us on numerous occasions.

“I can go check it out,” I offer. Hunter already has the elf and all that paperwork to contend with. I can easily go over there in human form and seek out the source of the disturbance.

“No,” he declares. “I’ll go. I need to run, so I’ll check it out, sniff around, see what’s going on.”

I nod. If he wants to check it out, he can do so. He is my alpha and I obey his wishes and commands as the dutiful beta I am. I have no need to argue with him over this. It’s probably nothing anyways.

“Anything else I should know about?” he asks again.

It’s almost as if he can sense my unease.

I grip my hands into fists on my lap and stare blindly at his dark mahogany desk and the neatly stacked papers, searching once again for the source of the prickle on my skin.

Should I mention it to him? It could create unnecessary concern and stress for him, and he’s already stressing about the blood moon, the elf, our sister, now the cabin, oh yeah and of course the rest of the town.

He’s got a lot on his plate and I’m supposed to be here to help lighten the load.

To bear the extra weight and assist him, not add to it.

But I can’t ignore it. Feelings like this shouldn’t be ignored.

Even if it’s still unclear if it’s a warning or an omen.

“There’s something different in town,” I begin. “Just a vibe. Dottie seems more excited than usual, which, of course has me on edge. It’s always something bothersome if Dottie is excited.”

We learned early on in our positions of power and authority, to never dismiss people’s behaviors. Paying attention to others can be just as important as physically fighting off an opponent.

“What kind of vibe?” Hunter inquires. He knows as well as I that there are many versions of a vibe.

“I don’t know.” I tell him honestly. “It doesn’t feel good or bad, just…something.”

With a firm nod of understanding my brother accepts my vague explanation. “Okay. I’ll keep an ear out. Thanks.”

The rest of our conversation is short and we wrap everything up quickly.

The rest of our issues are minor and familiar in comparison.

I leave my brother’s office and head back to my own.

I’m about to stun the shit out of Edith.

I’m actually going to ask for my messages.

I need to know if anyone has called in anything unfamiliar or unusual.

I won’t be settled until I find the source of my sensation.