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    The Witch's Guide to Werewolves
    The Witch's Guide to Werewolves
    The Witch's Guide to Werewolves
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    The Witch's Guide to Werewolves

    By Naomi Clark

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    ~Editor's Pick~

    Callie McIntyre believes in a lot of things. She believes in tarot cards and moon magic, and that's the reason her last girlfriend left her. But she never believed in werewolves until she meets Devon Miller out in the woods one night.

    Devon's story is crazy, but who's Callie to argue about it? With a full moon fast approaching, Callie is determined to help Devon tackle her fears. Sure, neither of them know a thing about werewolves, but with another reluctant lyncathrope in tow and all Callie's witchy optimism at work, surely they can get through Devon's first full moon in one piece... Right?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateJun 2, 2020
    ISBN9780369501776
    The Witch's Guide to Werewolves
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    Naomi Clark

    Naomi Clark is a nineteen-year-old writer, actress, blogger, singer, and vlogger. Naomi has been writing since she was eight years old, and this is her first published work. She lives in New York City with her mother, father, and her dog named Hope. In her spare time, she likes to crochet, walk her dog, bake, and cook for her family. She is also very active in her church and loves to work with kids. Her vlogging channel is coming to Youtube in Spring 2017. You can follow her on Instagram @glittergirl40 and on Facebook @NaomiClark.

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      The Witch's Guide to Werewolves - Naomi Clark

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2020 Naomi Clark

      ISBN: 978-0-3695-0177-6

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Melissa Hosack

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      For Grandad. I’m glad I got to see you one more time.

      THE WITCH’S GUIDE TO WEREWOLVES

      Naomi Clark

      Copyright © 2020

      Chapter One

      The New Moon in Scorpio was a perfect time to let go of grudges and make peace with negative feelings, and that was why Callie McIntyre was alone in the Blackhurst woods on a frosty, foggy night in late October.

      Earlier that evening, she’d written a list of things she wanted to let go of in red ink, and burnt the list using a red candle, whispering her intentions to the autumn night. Sometimes when she cast this spell, the list was huge, seemingly endless, full of bad habits, unkind thoughts, useless feelings. This time, there was just one item on the list. One name, actually.

      Melissa.

      It felt strange, almost a betrayal, even six months after they’d broken up. But Callie was ready to move on at last, as Melissa had already done a long time before the break-up, and now here she was, walking through the shadow-heavy woods and breathing in the darkness with a lightness in her spirit that had been missing for some time. Dead leaves crunched under her boots, the trees reminding her that it was natural to let go.

      The sky was thick with iron-gray clouds, and fog rolled through the woods, obscuring the trail, but Callie had been wandering through these trees all her life, and with her flashlight in hand, she was sure-footed and confident. There was an old well about another twenty minutes’ walk from here, the last relic of the long-gone settlement that had become Blackhurst town. Callie planned to hike that far and spend a little time at the well, soaking up that vibrant new moon energy and breathe out that release, really tell the moon and herself that her relationship was over.

      Melissa had been her first … everything. First kiss, first love, first heartbreak. Three years together. Callie had been thinking forever. Melissa had been thinking for now. She’d explained it gently enough, clearly struggling to express the feelings that must have been churning inside her for months, but the words were still jagged, cutting away at Callie and her sense of how her life worked.

      I just think … I need someone a bit more … I just figured you’d grow out of this … stuff, you know? Mature, get ambitious.

      Callie frowned at an oak tree, running her fingers over the gnarled trunk as she passed. This stuff was the witchy stuff, of course. Casting spells with candles, telling the moon her hopes and plans, keeping citrine by the cash register at work to attract prosperity to her little shop. Stuff that her mother and grandmother, and all the women of the McIntyre family, had been doing for generations. Little magics, sure, but they were in her blood. The realization that Melissa saw it as immature and pointless had been a cold shock.

      In the wake of the break-up, Callie had wondered if it was time to put the tarot cards away, but once the initial grief had passed, she realized that giving up such an integral part of herself wouldn’t have fixed anything. She’d have been miserable, she’d have blamed Melissa, and they would have split anyway. It had been a tough lesson to come to terms with, but now, out in the woods with the wind whispering through her hair and that Scorpio new moon pulsing through the sky, she felt at peace with it. Melissa had moved on, and that was the right thing for them both. Callie would do the same.

      The night-time song of the woods surrounded her as she hiked the well-worn trail to the well. Bats flittered overhead, their wings making whispery-snaps in the air. A fox cried somewhere nearby, and countless invisible creatures rustled in the bushes and trees. The dry, fresh scent of dead, wet leaves perfumed the air. Callie could pretend she was the only human alive on nights like this. The town was far enough away that no sounds of civilization pierced the trees, and she could imagine that she was an elven princess or a fairytale witch, powerful, serene, and untouchable.

      By the time she reached the wide circle of white spruce trees that marked the old settlement boundary, that sense of serenity had become real, seeping into her heart and bones, and she felt almost airy as she stepped past the trees. After she was done here, she’d head to Aroma Mocha and grab a coffee and a slice of cake before she went home. The café stayed open until midnight, and she often daydreamed away an evening there, listening to gentle, rainy-day jazz and doodling or scribbling in her journal. It was a Friday night, and she tended to open her shop up late on Saturdays, so there was no rush to get home…

      She stopped, one hand resting on a nearby tree trunk, as an alien sound interrupted her happy chain of thoughts. This was not an owl or a fox, or any of the night-time creatures she was used to sharing the woods with. This was a distinctly human sound. The sound of a human crying, to be very precise.

      Callie held her breath, caution warring with compassion inside her. If someone was hurt, she wanted to help. But then again, what kind of person might be lurking in the woods this late at night, on a cold October evening, in such a remote and isolated spot?

      Well, Callie’s mind said reasonably, a person like you, for one.

      Fair enough, Callie conceded.

      Besides, that sobbing could surely not be coming from anyone dangerous. It was the kind of ugly, gasping, broken crying that a person gave their whole heart to. It was the kind of wretched weeping that bloomed from utter despair or pure heartbreak. Callie had done her share of that kind of ugly crying in the past few months. It wasn’t in her to ignore it here.

      Hello, she called out, taking a step forward. Are you okay?

      The crying turned into a muffled gasp.

      Callie shone her flashlight around the clearing. The shadows fell thickly here, thanks to the tall ring of trees, and although she could just about make out the silhouette of the old well, everything else was obscured by

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