Legend of Witchtrot Road

chapter 15

With Simon at the wheel of Cal’s truck, we made it to Emma’s house in less than ten minutes. Her mom’s van and dad’s car were gone, so it was probably safe to assume that Emma was home alone. No wonder she was so bored.

I knocked and walked in, leaving the door open behind me. Simon hesitated, but Cal had been here a mil ion times before and fol owed me inside.

“Emma?” I cal ed out.

“In here!” Emma yel ed from her bedroom.

“I have Simon and Cal with me,” I said. “Is it okay to come in?”

“Okay,” Emma said. “Can you bring a pitcher of water with you? There’s also iced green tea in the fridge if anyone wants something to drink.”

“Cool, thanks,” I said. “Be right there.”

“Wow,” Simon said, looking at the menagerie of animals as we passed through the living room into the kitchen. “I knew she rescued animals, but that is an impressive amount of pets.”

I guess one thing Simon wasn’t likely to make fun of was Emma’s pets. He was part wolf after al . In fact, now that I was looking, it was obvious that the cats in the room could sense Cal and Simon’s wolf spirits. They were al giving the guys a wide berth. Wel , al except for Chairman Meow who was staring down Simon and blocking his way into the kitchen. Chairman Meow was a huge Maine Coon cat easily weighing twenty pounds.

Curious, I watched to see what Simon would do.

Simon glared at Chairman Meow, flashing a bit of his wolf spirit, but Meow didn’t budge. He was blocking the entrance to the kitchen and I wasn’t sure if Chairman Meow was protecting Emma or his food supply. Judging by his size, he was probably protecting the kitchen fil ed with food.

“Cool cat,” Simon said, relaxing. He let his wolf spirit slide away and smiled.

“It’s okay, Meow,” I said, walking into the kitchen. I gave Simon a pointed look over my shoulder. “We’re not here to eat your food.”

“I don’t eat kitty kibble,” Simon muttered. “Especial y not the vegan kibble they probably serve up in this place.” Simon shuddered dramatical y and gave Chairman Meow a sympathetic look. “Poor cat.”

“I heard that,” Emma said from her room.

I snickered and went to help Cal. Cal fil ed a pitcher with water and I grabbed four glasses from the cupboard.

No tree-kil ing paper cups in this house.

We carried everything into Emma’s bedroom where she sat propped amidst a sea of pil ows. Emma’s long, blond hair spread out across the pil ows and blankets, adding to the il usion that she was floating on water. Eyes closed, she looked like a beautiful, pale mermaid resting on the sea.

“If you’re too tired, we can come back later,” I said quietly. She hadn’t fallen asleep, had she?

“It’s just the dizziness,” Emma said, holding herself very stil . “It wil pass in a moment. Did you bring water?”

“Do you have pil s you need to take?” Simon asked.

He retrieved the pitcher, from where we’d left it on Emma’s desk, and fil ed a glass.

“No,” Emma said. “I’m not taking their toxic pain medicines. I’l be fine with my herbal remedies.” Simon sat on the edge of the bed and Emma opened her eyes.

“Ready?” Simon asked.

Emma nodded and Simon careful y placed the glass of water in her hands. The moment seemed personal, and intimate, and I suddenly felt like an intruder. I picked at my nail polish and tried to think of something to say.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” Cal asked. I wondered if he felt as awkward as I did.

“My parents told me I had to stay in bed, on doctor’s orders,” Emma said, eyes sparkling. “They didn’t say anything about having to sleep.”

“Are you up for some excitement?” I asked.

“What kind of excitement?” Emma asked, grinning.

“We went back to Witchtrot Road,” I said. Emma blanched, but nodded for me to continue. “It wasn’t the ghost of Reverend Burroughs that caused our accident, or Dylan’s death. People were trying to scare us away from something they were hiding in the forest.” Simon was growling low in his throat.

“Someone threw those toads at your car,” Cal said. “It wasn’t an accident.”

“Why?” Emma asked, frowning. “What could be so important to keep secret?”

“A bloody meth lab,” Simon said, fists tightening around a piece of fluffy blanket.

“A meth lab in Wakefield?” Emma asked. “Do you know how dangerous that stuff is? You didn’t breathe any of the air in the lab, did you?”

“No,” Cal said. “Simon realized the danger and got us out of there.”

“Thank you,” Emma said, looking Simon in the eye.

Simon nodded and reached up to touch his scar.

“It’s my job to protect my alpha,” Simon said.

“Wel , you also protected Yuki from danger and she’s not the fastest runner in those clunky boots,” Emma said.

“Hey!” I said. “They’re not clunky.”

“She is slow, even for a human,” Simon said, grinning.

“The point is, you are not sworn to protect her, but did so anyway,” Cal said. He reached out and put a hand on Simon’s shoulder. “Thank you, man. I won’t forget it.”

“Oh great,” I said, rol ing my eyes. “If I thank the old man now, his head wil be too big to fit through the door.”

“Looks like you owe me, love,” Simon said, grinning.

“Ugh,” I said, groaning. “Can’t I just get pledged into the pack or something as an honorary member? Then he’d be sworn to protect me too.”

“That’s a good idea,” Cal said.

“Do I ever have bad ones?” I asked.

“Yes,” Cal said.

“Sometimes,” Emma said.

“On occasion,” Simon said.

“Traitors,” I said, grinning. “So what are we going to do about the meth lab? Should we cal the police?”

“I was hoping to avoid drawing attention, but that may be our best option,” Cal said.

“This is one of those occasions where I have to disagree,” Simon said. “We could face retaliation. I think we should make an anonymous tip to the authorities.”

“Wel , I’m contacting the authorities about animal cruelty charges as soon as my head stops hurting,” Emma said. Her eyes were closed again and she was massaging her temple.

Emma’s headache reminded me of something.

Something important.

“Meth labs use cold medicine when they make the drug, right?” I asked.

“Yes, but most over-the-counter cold medicines containing the necessary chemicals are heavily regulated,” Simon said. “The average person can only buy a few packages at a time. Not nearly enough to supply a meth lab.”

“But a doctor or nurse could purchase it in bulk,” I said.

“It’s possible,” Simon said. “Why?”

“I think I know who one of the drug dealers is,” I said.

“And she works in our school.”



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I had been wondering for awhile why the ghost of Dylan Jacobs was haunting the hal s of Wakefield High. Now I knew. Our school nurse betrayed the Hippocratic Oath of

“do no harm” and had kil ed Dylan by throwing toads at his motorcycle while he drove down Witchtrot Road. If it had been me, I would have haunted the woman too.

“The nurse had a cloak hanging in her office like the one I saw someone wearing that night,” I said. I had seen a cloaked figure behind the trees the night of our accident.

“She also said that she didn’t have any cold medicine for students because a shipment of it had been lost or misplaced, but there were crates of the stuff in the storage room where I was held by the J-team.”

It was Cal’s turn to growl. He was stil understandably upset about my kidnapping.

“That woman must be stopped,” Cal said. “As the school nurse she’s responsible for student health and safety and yet she steals medicine to turn it into a street drug.”

“And she is a cold-blooded toad murderer,” Emma said.

“Whether she intended his death, or just to scare him away, she also murdered Dylan Jacobs,” Simon said. “She nearly kil ed you both as wel .”

“Then it’s settled,” I said. “We’re going to the police.

These people need to be stopped.”

“Aren’t you worried about retaliation?” Simon asked. “Or of drawing attention to our own secrets?”

“I refuse to be ruled by fear,” I said. “If I let bul ies scare me into silence, then they win. I’m sick of bul ying and I’m not going to stand by and watch people continue to get hurt. Are you with me?”

“Heck yes,” Emma said, lifting her hand to bump knuckles.

“Yes,” Cal said. “Some risks are worth taking.”

“Yes,” Simon said, sighing. “Someone needs to make sure you al stay out of trouble.”

I could feel myself grinning from ear to ear. My stomach was fil ed with vampire bats, sure, but for the first time in days I felt like I was doing the right thing. We would tel the police about the meth lab near Witchtrot Road, and our suspicion that the school nurse was involved, and let the authorities take care of the drug dealers. One group of bad guys down, one more to go.