Free The Lightning Prophecy (The Lightning Witch Trilogy Book 1) by Emily Cyr Page A

I don’t want her blood on my hands .” Like Beth’s, I didn’t say.
    “I agree. But for now we can’t take our actions personally; it’s in our nature. Let’s just get through this without ruining our friendship and killing each other.”
    I’d known Mitch going on twenty years. There’s always been something I haven't trusted about him, but that stems from us both having alpha tendencies, and me not acting on them. Mitch had helped me in the past and we have remained friendly because of the sheer fact that we leave each other alone. I respect how he has handled his pack in Atlanta, so I really have no bone to pick with him. He knew what happened with Beth and never brought it up, so for that alone I held a good deal of respect for the man.
    Mitch always embraced what we were. He denied his inner beast nothing. So, if he wanted Delaney, he would not hesitate in taking her, as long as she was willing. But, if he went after Delaney, I didn’t think I couldn't stop myself from ripping his jugular out. Surely just a flesh wound, something he would heal from, but I didn’t want to let it get to that point. I had an image of an armless knight stating, “It was just a flesh wound.” I have a morbid sense of humor sometimes. Stifling the thought, I focused on the present. I would not claim her. I would not sentence to her the same fate as Beth.
    Finally I said, “Agreed.”
     

     
    SIERRA’S BODY WAS found just east of River Street near the railroad tracks on President Street. It seemed a homeless person saw a naked man covered in blood. The homeless man got spooked at the sight and ran off to call police. Apparently, there was a homeless camp not too far from where the body was discovered.
    She was attacked about thirty yards away from the river and then dragged through the brush toward the street and to the railroad tracks, based on the police report. The police made this more difficult by not doing much of the investigating. Once they learned a victim was a witch, they called a representative from the Coven and got the body out of their metaphorical hair. Witches were easily identified after death because their eyes turned white as soon as the life left their body. When a human dies, their pupils may dilate, but they stay somewhat normal, for a few days anyway. 
    Sierra’s apartment wasn't but a mile or two away, but the nagging question was why she was here in the first place. From the photos of the body, she had been mauled to the point of death. Her body was found on the full moon, whereas the other bodies were dumped on the new moon. Why the change? It seemed there was a werewolf who was trying to change a witch, but why? It’s common knowledge that changing a witch is impossible. Someone had to have seen something that caused the wolf to leave the body here and not take it with him and see if she rose. Which was impossible. This whole thing made no sense.
    The three of us walked the area in silence for about two hours until we found our way to the bank of the river.
    “Why in the world would anyone be down here?” Mitch said.
    I honestly had no idea why anyone would come over here, as the only thing this place had going for it was that it was secluded. So, I shrugged at his question. The river wasn’t very scenic and it was disgusting with all of the grime of the city upriver. River Street itself was fairly well maintained due to it and the city being a heavy tourist attraction, but this place didn’t even seem like locals would go here. The thought must have projected on my face because Delaney spoke.
    “We are unregistered witches. We like to be close to our element. It’s not like Serra could go sit on the water in the middle of the river. This place is only a few miles from her apartment. No one would ever come here. That’s the point. That’s why she came here. As unregistered witches, we are hiding from the human government that will force us to register and move on their reservations and