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

surprised Delaney because at the sound her shoulders jerked in surprise.
    “I swear to God, you have got to stop doing that,” she said a little breathlessly. When her voice sounded like that it made my cock twitch. Okay? brute, calm down.
    “Sorry, but having just walked that trail there’s no way a wolf could have drug a body through all of those obstacles and brush. He had to have shifted to do it,” I said with complete confidence. Without opposable thumbs, trying to drag a body through all of this forestry would have been near impossible.
    “That was my thought too. There was a 911 caller. The files said a homeless man called and reported a naked man covered in blood. And when they arrived they found the body,” Mitch said.
    “Sierra.”
    We both turned to Delaney and looked at her.
    “What?” Mitch said, breaking the silence.
    “Her name was Sierra. Not the body, not the victim, and you will not dehumanize her. Even if she was a witch,” Delaney said calmly, even though it was clear by the flush in her face that she was anything but calm.
    Before I could say something, Mitch said, “Delaney, it’s not personal.” As soon as the words left his mouth I wanted to throttle him.
    Delaney seemed to vibrate. The scent of ozone grew and I knew in this moment there was danger with her. I didn't know if I should be a bit afraid or, my personal morals be damned, if I should claim her right there on the ground for Mitch and God to see.
    “Oh, Mitch. Yes, it’s very personal. This THING came into my life. It killed the closest thing I had to a sister. You can’t get more personal than that. You don’t have to like me, or the fact that I’m here, but, Mitch, I will find a way to get justice for Sierra. You can count on that.” For a second I saw lightning behind Delaney’s eyes, but it was gone so fast I couldn't be sure I saw anything there.
    “Delaney, I’m sorry. We will be sure to be a little better about referring to her,” I said, trying to defuse the situation. Not only because she could fry both of us to beef jerky before we could lick our balls, but because she looked as though she were in pain. The thought that she was hurting because of something I did and could have avoided killed me inside. I realized that I would do just about anything to never cause her pain and to always alleviate any ache she felt. Shit, this female is breaking so many of my rules.
    “I’m sorry, Delaney,” Mitch said.
    There was a moment of awkward silence and tension.
    “There is a homeless camp not far from here. We should go find the guy who called 911,” Delaney replied, breaking the tension.
    “There is? Where?” Mitch said.
    Hell, I didn’t know about the camp.
    “Yeah, it’s just under the Truman overpass. It’s really only something you would know if you were a local. But, it proves that this guy wasn't a local. I mean, if you knew there were a camp of homeless people just on the other side of the tracks, would you kill someone? I mean, they could come up on you at any time. Just like we think happened here.”
    I think we both just gaped at her. Lord, this woman just kept surprising me. I glanced over at Mitch and he looked as dumbfounded as I felt.
    “What?” she asked, placing her hand on her shapely hips. She then began to tap her right foot at us as if to say, come on, you stupid men, get with it . At that moment I felt like a stupid man.
    “We guessed he wasn’t local, but you sure put the nail in the coffin,” I said.
    “What was the homeless man’s name?” Delaney asked.
    “Cowboy Bill,” Mitch stated.
    “Who has a name like Cowboy Bill? I bet his real name is Steve.”
    I raised my eyebrow at Delaney and said, “Then wouldn’t his name be Cowboy Steve?”
    She chuckled and said, “Shut up.”
    After four or so hours of looking in the homeless camp for Cowboy Bill, we called it quits and went back to the hotel. However, during our trip to the oh-so-wonderful homeless camp, we did learn