The Witchling Seer Press Kit
TitleThe Witchling Seer
SummaryCassie wasn’t happy when she got her first mate. Then she got a second mate. She’d give anything to have no mates; that is until she meets someone who once had the same fate her. Instead of running from it, Cassie is told to embrace it and make her own choices. That is exactly what she plans to do, but how can she make choices when she never seems to have all the details? Something more is happening, and this time, the wendigo are not part of it. The peace Cassie brought between the two clans is very thin. She must work quickly to find a solution, but there always seem to be more questions than answers.
ExcerptCassandra Booth snuggled deep into her covers. It had been days … nope, weeks since she had slept so well. Basically, she hadn’t had a full night’s sleep since she took her witchling exam and was finally brought into the real world in her small town, which included people who turned into monsters at nighttime and liked to drink blood—especially witch blood. Now that she was one of the witches, or would be soon, that didn’t exactly bode too well for her. She had brokered, or rather forced an unstable peace on the two rival clans, but she wasn’t about to worry about that. She was looking forward to things moving back closer to normal. Tomorrow was Monday, which meant she had school to go to, and Cassie actually was looking forward to something as incredibly boring and normal as class.
The smell of breakfast wafted upstairs. Yes, Cassie was thrilled to be home. Uncle John, while extremely moody, was an excellent cook, and she could smell bacon. Sighing, she snuggled a bit deeper in her blankets, happy to be home.
Pots clanked down in the kitchen, and Cassie heard voices, including a familiar female one. Aunt Maria was back. It was almost like old times. Well, like old times if you forgot to mention the whole ‘coven tried to strip your powers, alpha tried to force you to mate to his son, and please come rescue us’ activity of the past week.
The smell of pancakes and breakfast overwhelmed Cassie. She needed to get up and get some of that good food, but she had to take a shower first. Cassie couldn’t even remember the last time she had washed herself.
Hurrying over to her small bathroom, she quickly turned on the hot water, peeled off her pajamas, and hopped under the warm stream pouring out of the showerhead. It felt great to wash all the dirt and grime off. There were a few stray leaves and branches in her hair. The water washing off her was murky and kind of looked red in color. She was pretty certain she had bloodstains on her feet from the night before.
Cassie let the hot water warm and massage her as she thought. It had been quite the whirlwind week for Cassie. She had started the week by running away and trying to get rid of her mate. She hated that term at first, but it was growing on her. Well, it had to grow on her, because it turned out that you couldn’t break a mate bond after all. After running away, getting caught, and now remembering that her past had been altered, she ended the weekend with two mates. She considered skipping breakfast and climbing back in bed. Maybe if she hid under the covers, she could make time stand still. She didn’t need more mates. Two were two more than she wanted.
To top it off, Nate and Jared were too different. She could now remember their shared childhood, but that didn’t make anything clearer. Nate and Jared had always been different, even as kids. It was nice to see that although they had spent the last eight years apart, at least some things were still the same. But it would have been nicer if she wasn’t bonded to them. They had stayed out of her head overnight and the long morning while she slept, but she could feel them both waiting. Her least favorite part of the bond was the constant access they had to her thoughts.
Cassie turned off the water as her stomach grumbled. Food would help her figure it all out, and maybe Aunt Maria would have a solution. She’d always been able to fix things for Cassie in the past.
Her bedroom was warmed from the steam in the shower, but she still hurried back into a clean pair of pajamas before she got cold. It was totally a pajama day. She had absolutely no ambition to do anything for the rest of the weekend.
Cassie tossed her dirty clothes in the clothing chute next to her bedroom door before making her way downstairs. People were talking, but the voices grew quieter as she began her descent. That was normally the indication of company and Cassie’s cue to turn around and run, but then again the bacon smelled too good to pass up. Cassie paused before turning the corner into the kitchen. She had on her old snuggly penguin sweatshirt and her favorite, very worn pair of pink sweats. Pancakes and bacon, Uncle John was going all out. She would have normally cared how she looked, especially with company, but right now she didn’t. She was too hungry to care, and her stomach growled louder as she contemplated going back up to change. She heard a few chuckles from the kitchen as she decided to go in anyway, and regretted it immediately. She recognized the laughter, but turned the corner too late to run away without being seen.
Aunt Maria was sitting at the table while John was at the stove cooking. Seated on either side of Maria were Cassie’s new mates—blue-eyed, popular Nate and her best childhood friend Jared.
Cassie groaned and tried to backtrack back upstairs. Bacon or not, she didn’t want to deal with the two of them after her first good night’s sleep in forever.
Maria sprouted a grin, hopped up from the table, and ran over to grab Cassie’s hand. She pulled her to the table, forcing her to sit between the two guys.
“Your friends here were just telling me about last night,” Maria explained.
Cassie grumbled more. Maria hadn’t been there, but Cassie was pretty sure John gave her the details. Maria didn’t need to be sitting there chit chatting with Nate and Jared for details.
“I’m going back to bed. Save me some of that for later,” Cassie said to John as she tried to stand. Jared’s hand reached out and grabbed her left one while Nate grabbed her right. Cassie sighed inwardly to herself.
‘We need to talk,’ Nate said at the same time as Jared.
‘Can I get a moment alone with you?’
Maria smiled at Cassie from across the table. John came closer with a plate of food for Cassie, the spatula still in his hand. Both boys immediately dropped their hold on her with the glare John was giving them. Cassie smiled back over her shoulder at her uncle. He had once told her she wasn’t allowed to date until she was thirty-two. She now completely agreed with him and was grateful for his protective nature. He nodded to her.
“I believe my niece needs to eat something. She’s had a few trying days,” John told the guys.
Understatement of the week, but effective. Both pulled out of her head as they got the hint that John was basically instructing them to leave Cassie alone. Again, she was going to have to thank him.
“Try weeks,” Cassie replied, grabbing for the syrup. Once her pancakes were covered, she reached for her milk first.
“Jared was just telling me that he and some of his friends decided they want to enroll in school in town,” Maria said, starting the conversation up again.
Cassie almost spit out the milk she was drinking. That wasn't a good plan for anyone. The wendigo and the skinwalkers didn’t get along for even a moment. Jared and Nate only tolerated each other because they had to. They were linked together through Cassie. If that wasn’t there, she was pretty sure they wouldn’t be sitting together at the same table.
Jared shrugged. “I was pulled from school eight years ago and want to give it another try. I think my grade level matches up with you. Maybe we’ll be in the same classes.”
Nate’s level of annoyance with Jared was slowly rising.
“Aren’t you a senior like me?” Nate asked.
Jared shrugged again. “I’ve missed a bit of schooling over the past few years. I figure it would be best to go back a grade and make sure I didn’t skip over anything important.”
That wasn’t the answer Nate was looking for. His eyes flashed the sparkly blue of his tiger animal form.
Glancing across the table at Maria, she mouthed the words ‘help me’ to her aunt. There was way too much testosterone in the room for Cassie to deal with. She planned to finish her food and march straight back to bed. She would stay there until the guys went away. It was her day off, and Cassie wanted peace and quiet.
The back door flung open, and Cassie was relieved to see Whitney standing there. Rising, Cassie ran over to hug her friend, but stopped in her tracks when she took a good look at Whitney. Her friend’s tear-streaked face was distraught.
“What’s wrong?” Cassie asked.
Whitney started to cry. Maria jumped up and helped Cassie usher Whitney to the chair she had just been sitting in. Cassie stood by her friend, worried. Something had to be majorly wrong. Whitney barely ever cried. Unless it had something to do with Sam, her little brother.
“What happened to Sam?” Cassie asked.
She hadn’t thought they would allow someone that young to fight the night before, but she didn’t know how the clan worked. Whitney had explained that Sam had already changed twice into his totem. If you were old enough to marry at sixteen, maybe you were old enough to fight at twelve.
“They’re still missing,” Whitney sobbed.