Trent: Her Warlock Protector Book 7 Read Online Free

phone. There was no one she wanted to talk to tonight and, with her lack of a rip-roaring social life, a minimal risk that anyone would call her anyway. Her father wasn’t a bad person. Even after her parents had divorced back when she was in middle school, he had worked hard to stay in her life. Still, the thought of being back on the rez, of all that old scrutiny, those were things she didn’t want to deal with tonight.  
    Instead, she went back to her bedroom and opened the closet door. Inside, she’d hung a few handmade dream catchers that her grandmother had woven decades ago. Digging around the floor, she pulled out a few cream colored candles, the hawk feathers and ancient journal she’d stored there as well. Elaine sat on the floor, crossing her legs. Taking a deep breath, she said a quick prayer to the Goddess and then opened the book. The ancient vellum pages were written in English and, while most of the handwriting was her grandmother’s, a few of the front pages were in a script she didn’t know.  
    Maybe she came from an even longer line of Medicine People than she suspected.
    Still, she loved everything about the journal––the scent, earthy and deep, of the deer hide skin it was bound in, the thickness of the vellum paper, even the loving script and exquisite cursive that her grandmother mainly had written in. This was an heirloom and a key to her heritage, something to be proud of.
    “Oh Grandmother, I wish you were still here,” Elaine said.
    But she stopped short of adding ‘I’m so lost’ out loud. She was too scared to reveal that much, to make things that real.  
    Instead, she lit the few candles and flipped the pages to a new spell she was working with. Most never worked for her, probably were things only her grandmother and proper training or, frankly, her full-blooded nature would have been skilled with. However, she was interested in this one. It required she use some aspect of an animal to help her get in deeper touch with her senses. If it was a way to help keep her hearing or smell from going into overdrive, to have more control , then it would be worth it for her.
    Originally, she’d wanted to use a clipping of Rainstone’s mane for the spell. However, something else had called to her instead. Last time she’d been in Moundville, Elaine had passed by an antique shop and found an ancient necklace, just a simple leather strap really, with one yellowed wolf’s tooth hanging from it. She gripped it in her hand now, feeling the bite of the fang’s tip as it hit her skin. Setting the tooth down, she closed her eyes and began her chant.
    “Oh Goddess, hear my cry. Your child of sensation, child of flesh, calls to feel her connection to the wild. Guide me, oh Goddess. Let the Earth Mother be my guide!”
    She rocked back and forth on her hips and repeated the incantation twice more as the book instructed. Then there was a blinding pain lancing through her. Scared, Elaine tried to stand but couldn’t as spasms wracked her body, making muscles cramp and bones ache. The shaking started then and her head struck the wood of her floor.
    That was the last thing she remembered––the impact and the pain.

    • • • • •

    The next thing she knew, Elaine awoke naked in a field across from a small house on the outskirts of Tuscaloosa. Sitting up, she smacked her lips, trying to chase away the harsh taste on her tongue of something gamey. Also, oddly, something coppery.  
    “What the hell?”
    When she looked down, Elaine saw only her own flesh, no clothes to be seen, and her arms and legs had dozens of small cuts on them, as if she’d run through a bramble bush. The only thing on her entire body was the wolf’s tooth necklace and she didn’t even remember slipping it on. Gathering a loose branch and some long grass to her chest, she slid back into the woods and tried to think about how to get the next few miles home to her apartment.
    She didn’t even have her cell.
    Cursing to