Chapter 160

Christmas eve

Bri,

Things had quieted down since Wyatt and mine's hunt. The boys had fewer issues at school as did the men at work. That is after Wyatt had sent their Apha the video we took and told him the next time we weren’t just scaring the piss out of his future patriarch and his friends.

We only had 2 months until everything would change. I turned the small parcels wrapped in old newspaper over in my hands. There was one for each of them. The boys and the men. Blessed gris gris, talismans of protection. Bits of wreckage left over from Jolene’s island as we now call it. Random keys and trinkets that had been cleansed by the moon that night were now repurposed with a pulsing energy of my protection. My blood, the moon, my soul's own fire, the earth, and the water of this land sealed that energy, and it was tied off with a bit of my hair binding it. Thin strips of leather adorned them, to attach them to a keychain tuck into a wallet or wear around their wrists or neck, a simple de