Chapter 39

I ’m enjoying a sunbeam on the porch, as one does, when two wedding rings appear on my collar.

I can sense the magic immediately and sigh. I had plans to do nothing today, but it appears my dearest witch has gotten herself in a bit of a bind.

Using magic in this form is exhausting, but somehow I persevere, knowing what I need to do.

I meow with irritation after the teleportation; I haven’t done that in ages. The stench of wolf is disgusting as I trot down the dirt road, sensing my witch’s large shifter husband.

I scratch on his door hard enough to leave marks and smile as he opens the door and looks down at me with furrowed brows. I sigh and meow, batting at my collar.

He bends down and sees what I have, his gaze turning lethal, as he looks at the rings on my collar.

“Fuck,” he curses.

He lets me into the home as he tries to call the coven members who’ve always supported my witch. As he does so, he puts out a cooked piece of salmon for me. Perhaps the man isn’t so bad after all.

Still smells like a dog, but at least he has good food.

“Do you know where your mistress is?” he asks and I concentrate.

No, I don’t know where my witch is, and for the first time in my enduringly long life I begin to panic.