Page 1 of Charmed, I'm Sure
Prologue
They Always Come in Twos
The Crows
If you’re reading this, then welcome to Pumpkinridge. Tread carefully. Although the sidewalks are paved, someone has laid traps in pretty shapes. The pumpkin spice might be a favorite to most, but not everyone is that sweet. And the gossip? It flies faster than a witch with her broom on fire.
Caw!“Did you see the Grimsbane girl hex her ex’s shoes again?”
Fluttering wings. “Which one? Stormcloud or Sunshine?”
Caw! Caw!“The Stormcloud, of course.”
We’re the crows. Not those poetic ones you’ve read about in your books. No, we don’t do omens and spooky premonitions. No, instead we gossip about all the things happening in town.
This town thrums with magic; from the veil protecting it to the pumpkins sprouting from the soil. It’s stitched into the cobblestones lining the sidewalks and bakes itself into the pumpkin pastries.
With each new generation of witches, wolves, fairies, shifters, and jinns comes a whole new assortment ofmisplaced hexes, accidental bindings, and magical hiccups that leave our feathers ruffled for sure.
But this generation? Oh, this one is juicy. We received not just two twin witches, but the Grimsbane twins—a blessing (or, some would say, a curse). The ones the prophecy has whispered about.
When a wolf comes and the darkness resists the light, twin flames will stir, and fate will twist. One to bring the darkness. Another to bring the light. Together they shall set the town to right…or ruin.
Dramatic? Duh. We’re gossiping magical birds. Of course, we have a flair for dramatics.
But here’s the truth:
Our beautiful shadow witch doesn’t know that fate just strolled into town in the form of a wolf looking for his place in the world. Fate might have lured him here, but only one thing stands between them and their truth.
The Samhain festival is in thirteen days.
Can our lover boy win her over before she wishes to never feel love again, or will he miss his chance and forever yearn for his fated mate?
We give it three days before they accidentally fall in love or blow something up. Both are possible.
Welcome to Pumpkinridge Little Witch, do mind your step.
Chapter One
Witch, Please
Bellamy
“Here comes the Grimsbane girl stomping down the street like she hates the sidewalk.”
“Must be Thursday if she is heading in this direction.”
Two gossiping crows sit along the power line above the street, dangling above Hex & Harken Cafe as I walk back towards my home.
My enchanted to-go mug is steaming, like it had a personal vendetta against me.
“I told that barista I wanted medium heat, not the core-of-the-freaking-earth,” I snapped as I set it down in the windowsill with all the tenderness of a woman one mishap away from murder.
Nyx yawned from his bed, his black tail flicking in lazy judgement. My so-called familiar. More like a sarcastic shadow with four paws. His black fur is glinting in the light from the chandelier above him. He’s a beautiful black fox with a coat that mimics the night sky.
“You could just use a regular mug,” he said with a voice smooth as melted dark chocolate and just as bitter. “Or hear me out, make your own coffee instead.”
I shoot him a glare. “And give up the joys of watching people tremble when I stomp through town? Never.”