I watch in fascination as another word is written across the mirror, followed by two more. I’ve never had a ghost write me a message asking for something. For the most part, they wander around, wailing about not being able to find their family or not understanding why they’re there. I typically just help them accept their new reality and encourage them to move on, but not this spirit. This one’s asking for something more than I can offer.
I reread the message on the glass and frown. Sometimes, it’s hard for the spirits to communicate clearly with the living. Their messages are occasionally all garbled and not in the right order. It’s not very often that I can actually understand what they want.
I spin around the still empty room and ask, “I don’t understand what you want from me, is that a person or a place?”
When I look back to the mirror again, I find a woman in a bloodied hospital gown looking back at me. Her eyes, like all spirits, are a milky ice blue. She never blinks but her head cocks to the side as if she’s just realizing I can see her standing there. Her golden hair is stringy and knotted and strands hang in her face. Her lips have lost all pigment and blend in with her pale complexation.
When I feel a presence behind me, I whirl around to find her now standing behind me.
“Jesus Christ!” I gasp, clenching my chest with a shaking hand. “Not cool lady.” I narrow my eyes at her. I’ve seen a lot of spirits in the past ten years, but she takes the cake for the creepiest. It’s not very often that I see a spirit look this…dead. Their eyes are always like hers, but they never look like a walking corpse the way she does.
“Help…” she whispers in a hoarse voice.
“I can’t. I’m stuck in here.” I shake my head and point to the locked door. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m sure you’re ready to move on—”
“No!” she snaps, her expression turning angry.
“Okay, so no talking. That’s fine with me. Honestly, after the past couple of months I’ve had, I'm starting to think talking about our feelings is overrated.” I back up a foot or so away as I babble, just in case she isn’t friendly.
“Help me,” she pleads, closing the distance I just put between us.
Great.
“I don’t understand what you need me to do; your message I don’t understand it.” I look over my shoulder and see the message has started to fade, her letters barely visible. “Is that a person? A place?” I point at what’s left of her writing.
“Help me!” she wails, her hoarse voice cracking. “Go to him and he’ll help you find her.”
“Find who?” I ask, feeling bad that I’m just asking more questions and not helping in the least.
“My baby,” she sobs, gripping the bloodied gown over her abdomen. “They took her. They took my baby from me. He promised he’d help me find her. Please help me. Find him.”
My heart breaks for the woman standing in front of me. She probably doesn’t fully understand what has happened to her, and on top of that, she’s missing her child.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to find your baby. Or how I’m supposed to find him. Him who?
The woman points a boney finger at the mirror. “Him.”
So, the words she had written out were a person, and a place. The last word is Montana, so I was starting to think it was a location, but...
“Who the hell is Ranger Weylyn?”
To be continued…
THE WHITE WOLF PROPHECY, BOOK TWO
COMING FALL 2020
Acknowledgments
I have to thank my family for supporting me, not only in my writing endeavor but in everything I do. Thank you for letting me ramble on about vampires and wolf-shifters for months. Even though I’m sure you all get tired at times of hearing about my wild ideas.
Huge thanks to Gina, my editor, for being my sounding board and holding my hand throughout this whole crazy process. I couldn’t have done it without you!
Lastly, thank you to my readers. I really appreciate that you took a chance not only on this book but on me. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
About the Author
Kayleigh lives with her family in Denver Colorado, just two hours away from some of the best skiing in the world. A luxury completely lost on her considering she avoids snow at all costs. When she’s not working as an esthetician, she can be found in front of her computer. She’s most likely looking at funny animal videos on Facebook instead of actually writing, but she’ll eventually get around to it (usually around 3 o’clock in the morning since that’s when creativity strikes).
Paranormal romance is one of her favorite genres and after reading a couple hundred books where men tear off their shirts and howl at the moon, she decided to write her own. Wolf Bound is her debut novel, but don’t worry, there’s a lot more to come!
