The Lost Siren: Rise of the Drakens Book 1 Raven Storm (books for 8th graders .TXT) 📖

“Perhaps the next time one of your witchlings is in danger, Stella, we will see if a goddamn tree is more important!”

The woman glared, then turned back to me.

“I am Astrid. You have my eternal thanks for saving my witchling, who clearly needs to learn some more control. Regardless, the coven is in your debt.”

I shook my head.

“No! She kept me alive and hidden when she could have turned me over to the horde. There is no debt.”

Astrid nodded, accepting my words.

“Very well. We must move you on your way, before—”

“Another scouting party, six of them.”

I had seconds as the group of women fell into a tight V formation in front of Astrid and Luci, shoving me in the middle.

“Rub as much dirt and ash onto your skin as you can,” Astrid hissed, then strode to the front. Covered by the women, I had no shame as I shifted back to my human form, rolling quickly on the ground as I rubbed grime and soot over my arms, face, chest and neck. One witch grabbed a handful and rubbed it vigorously into my hair, covering its brown color. An extra shift appeared out of nowhere, and I shimmied it quickly over my shoulders and down my hips.

The vampyres and demons crashed into the clearing created by the flames, stopping short when they saw the witches. These demons weren’t the groveling imps that I’d just defeated—they were large, hulking beasts of black that stalked rather than walked, alternating between loping along the ground with their arms, and walking upright on two feet. Massive horns sprouted their forwards, two of them with only one that curled above his forehead, and one with two shorter, smaller horns on each side of his head. They were like the creatures that attacked us while we fled the mountain, but with a sharp, added intelligence. I knew they were different, but I couldn’t put my finger on why.

“Shadow demons,” Astrid hissed, as the witches pulled me up to my feet and shoved me into formation. I took my terror and shoved it deep down, trying to fix a fierce expression on my face to match the other witches. There was no way I’d fit in, they were all beautiful, pale, powerful, and—”

“What happened here?”

The shadow demon with one horn spoke slowly, painfully, as if our language was unfamiliar and painful to his tongue. His voice was a dark, gravelly rasp. Astrid didn’t shirk or step back from him.

“There was a fire.”

The shadow demon hissed. “Obviously, witch. Where are my men?”

Astrid deliberately kicked a lump on the ground, watching nonchalantly as it crumpled into a ball of ash. She shrugged.

“What men? We came to rescue our witchling, whose power is not yet tamed. If you tell us who you are searching for, perhaps we can be of assistance. We have noticed your presence in our woods these past few days.”

The demon’s nostrils flared, dark smoke trailing from his nose.

“You will stay here while we search the remainder of the forest.”

His men fanned out, while he ran a suspicious eye over all of us. I tried to imitate the other women by looking angry and put out. I praised the gods that the ash covered the shine of my skin, and even the brown, ruddy color of my hair. Would it be enough?

“Just how many of you are there in our woods?”

Astrid could have been asking about the weather, she was so relaxed. The shadow demon hissed, but then shot her an ugly smirk that made our backs go rigid with anxiety.

We stood in stony silence as the horde crashed around the remaining forest. Time passed, the demon growing angrier the longer we stood there. When the final member of the hunting party reported back empty-handed, he was livid. Astrid’s face was smooth and unreadable.

“If you would allow us to help—”

“The she-draken is hiding in your forest, and I WILL FIND HER! WE SAW HER FALL!”

Rather than appear flustered or afraid, Astrid’s expression was politely confused.

“There are no drakens left outside the mountain, let alone female ones. Who told you—”

The shadow demon reached out with black fire, but Astrid held a hand in the air, sucking the air from his flames before they could reach her. The demon snarled, backing up a step.

“Air witch…”

“Are you accusing my coven of lying, lieutenant?”

Astrid’s eyes were ice, her body straight and proud. Her claws twitched out from her nail beds. The witches behind her did the same. The shadow demon realized he was outnumbered with his small hunting party against twenty pissed off witches. It didn’t make sense—where were the rest of his forces? Nevertheless, he backed down.

“No. But in the...spirit of cooperation, I am sure you won’t mind using your little fire witchling to assist us?”

Astrid frowned, confused.

“Of course, we will assist, but I don’t see how—”

“Burn the rest of the forest down, as a show of good faith you aren’t hiding the draken.”

The coven twitched around me but were disciplined enough not to glance at me or otherwise give me away. My heart dropped into my stomach and Astrid’s face paled, horror in her eyes.

“You want us to burn our home—”

The shadow demon laughed, a sound that carried a cold, icy breeze on the wind. I resisted the urge to shiver. The witches around me were murmuring and grumbling, but Astrid silenced them with one hand.

“The Overlord appreciates your cooperation. Do it now.”

The shadow demon gave us one last sneer and vanished into the shadows, taking his men with him. As soon as he was gone Astrid whirled around, her face fierce.

“No one speaks until we are home.” The faces around me were tight with tension, and I swallowed heavily. This was really, really bad.

“It won’t be our home after—"

“I SAID SILENCE!”

The witch shut up