MACE

"We need supplies," the old witch grumbled, turning away from the bed. "Salt, iron, blood. And clothes for the Alpha, unless he plans to fight ghosts with his cock hanging out."

I realized I was still naked. I grabbed my jeans from the floor and yanked them on, the mundane action feeling surreal amidst the magical crisis.

"I'll get the supplies from downstairs," Cassandra said, already moving for the door. "Sister, stay with Jaynayah. Keep trying to cool her down."

Cassandra hurried out. I stood by the bed for a moment longer, watching the witch resume her chanting. The old witch didn't look at me, but she spoke.

"You...