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<strong>Hot</strong>, <strong>Hard</strong> & <strong>Howling</strong><br />
“Hang on and we’ll see.” Nell scooted the moth a bit forward with her finger,<br />
turning her to the right. When the Black Witch was in just the right spot, she stopped<br />
and spread her wings as far as they could, shaking them as if to dry them.<br />
“I’ll be,” Mi-ma whispered as the moth began to take on a golden glow. “The moths<br />
are part of the box.”<br />
The light emitted was enough to brighten the room. The women all had to squint to<br />
watch as the moth turned golden, the intricate outlines and details of her wings<br />
hardening into gilded sculpture—and then melding into the box.<br />
Nell traced the outline of the golden moth with her fingertips. She turned the box<br />
over a couple times, looking to see if that had triggered anything. “Huh. Not opening it.<br />
Must need more than one.” She tried to find another spot that looked like an outline of a<br />
moth in the grains of the mixed woods.<br />
“Close your eyes and feel for it again, Nelly,” Sonja said. “See it with your other<br />
senses.”<br />
Nell did as Sonja suggested, using her fingers to feel the lines and swirls. After a<br />
moment, she found another one. She marked the spot with one hand and retrieved a<br />
moth with the other and coaxed her into place. Immediately, the moth began to<br />
transform into a golden incarnation.<br />
“This could take a while if you have to cover the entire thing,” Trina said. “I’ll get<br />
some more tea.”<br />
Nell glanced up the stairs, wondering just how long Trent was going to stay<br />
outside. She closed her eyes and started the search for the next place to put a moth on<br />
the box. The room was quiet. “Mi-ma? Did Trent’s dad and grandpa really kill their<br />
mates?”<br />
“Yes. Yes, they did,” Mi-ma said, her voice distant, melancholy.<br />
“Concentrate on the box, Nell,” Trina said. “Trent will be back soon. I’m sure he’s<br />
not that far away as it is.”<br />
Nell felt the faint outline of a wing. She urged another moth into place. As the insect<br />
shimmered into gold, Nell looked at Mi-ma.<br />
“I have to understand. He’s shutting me out.” She closed her eyes and started to<br />
feel for the next spot. Her ability to find the designs in the wood seemed to come faster<br />
each time. The moths were swarming around her again, each clamoring to be the next<br />
piece of the puzzle. She felt their collective magic.<br />
“I don’t know the particulars of his grandmother’s death. For years I heard rumors<br />
of Cedric, his grandfather, being a mean drunk. They say he lost his mind with rage one<br />
night over something silly at a ceremony for the pack. That he got jealous and tore her<br />
limb from limb. But that’s a forty-year-old rumor. We weren’t close enough back then to<br />
know much about inter-pack problems.”<br />
Nell managed to find another spot and keep up with Mi-ma’s story. “And his<br />
father? I think he was already gone when I first remember Trent in school.”<br />
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