Chapter 48 - Not a Hermit

* * * Max’s POV * * *

We’re about to leave the sisters with a lot of work to be done. Combining two spells to make a new one is apparently tricky and dangerous work. The slightest wrong wording within the incantation or using the wrong herb or plant can lead to disastrous effects. They have asked that they be left undisturbed and have given me specific times for their meals to be delivered to them and advised us that we won’t hear from them until it has been completed. We are being ushered out of the house when a thought strikes me, “Where is your other companion? I haven’t seen her since you arrived and pledged into the pack.” I ask Mags.

The three of them laugh, “She’s an old hermit and old habits die hard. She’s still scared of being around wolves. Give her time,” Mags answers me.

“I’m NOT a hermit, and I’m not scared, and who are you calling old? You’re 30 years older than me,” a voice snaps in the back room. The tone is sharp, but there is humour hidden within it.

“Well come and