like a family tree from the Keaton family, probably from an old family bible. It even has a family crest on it.”
“Can we get a copy of this?” Darby asked.
“Sure, the copy machine is over there and it costs $0.20 per copy.”
“Thank you so much.”
With a copy in hand, they headed to the bookstore to pick up messages. Rowan looked at the family tree as they drove the couple blocks to the bookstore and Darby ran in to grab the messages. From what Rowan could decipher, the most logical culprit for the evil Keaton witch was a Suzanne Keaton born in 1862. She was never married and had no children, according to the family tree. There was also no reference anywhere to her death, however, every other member of the family was painstakingly accounted for. That seemed odd to Rowan. It seemed the last of the line to live in Oljone might have been the two daughters of a Simon and Pauline Keaton named Rachel and Sally Keaton. They had been born in 1974 and 1978.
Chapter 5
In the tiny little community of Loma Mar, a young woman named Brenda Olsen was out jogging after she had gotten home from a stressful day at work. She had needed some wind down time after the day’s events in the office. Towards the end of a project it always got to be crunch time and that was what was happening now. Jogging always helped her get her mind off the details of work. In doing so, she had lost track of time. It wasn’t dark yet, but in the wooded trail where she had been running it was getting a little darker than Brenda was comfortable with. It was at this point that she cut her jog short and headed back to her car.
Still distracted by her thoughts about work, she came around a blind bend in the trail. When the trail came back into view there was something in the middle of the path. It looked like a flashlight. As she got closer she realized that it was definitely a flashlight and it was on and slightly rolling back and forth as if its owner had just that instant dropped it. Brenda slowed down to a walk, looking on either side of the trail to see if she could see the owner. How odd , she thought. Brenda bent down to pick up the flashlight, when something came up behind her and everything went dark.
When Blake got off the plane he didn’t even bother going to a hotel to book a room; he went straight to 1414 Old Oak Hollow Road. It was as he remembered from a couple of weeks prior when he had been there with Darby. The house was in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of Longmont, Colorado. It looked abandoned from the road, and the front screen was permanently half open. Blake felt almost as nervous as the first time he had been there, but for totally different reasons. When he and Darby had been here they had come to see the werewolf to see if there was some way to undo the results of the werewolf blood that had been injected into Rowan, but he had been too horrified to go in with Darby. He was afraid of what he would see, knowing that it was possibly what Rowan was going to turn out to be. He had been so worried about this that he had allowed Darby to go into the house of the werewolf without him. The guilt had been too much and after a bit, he had gone in after her, only to misjudge the situation, and jumpstart a ferocious fight with Dean. In the midst of their tangle, Darby had been injured badly and at the time Blake had thought her to be dead.
Now he was here to befriend the werewolf and try to understand what Rowan had undergone in his absence during the last full moon. He figured he’d be doing a lot of groveling. Devon had become great friends with this man, so Blake too wanted to be friends with him. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but it was a necessary evil in an effort to make things right with everyone.
After two weeks, Dean was wearing on him. Dean had been merciless. He had Blake pretty much repairing
“Can we get a copy of this?” Darby asked.
“Sure, the copy machine is over there and it costs $0.20 per copy.”
“Thank you so much.”
With a copy in hand, they headed to the bookstore to pick up messages. Rowan looked at the family tree as they drove the couple blocks to the bookstore and Darby ran in to grab the messages. From what Rowan could decipher, the most logical culprit for the evil Keaton witch was a Suzanne Keaton born in 1862. She was never married and had no children, according to the family tree. There was also no reference anywhere to her death, however, every other member of the family was painstakingly accounted for. That seemed odd to Rowan. It seemed the last of the line to live in Oljone might have been the two daughters of a Simon and Pauline Keaton named Rachel and Sally Keaton. They had been born in 1974 and 1978.
Chapter 5
In the tiny little community of Loma Mar, a young woman named Brenda Olsen was out jogging after she had gotten home from a stressful day at work. She had needed some wind down time after the day’s events in the office. Towards the end of a project it always got to be crunch time and that was what was happening now. Jogging always helped her get her mind off the details of work. In doing so, she had lost track of time. It wasn’t dark yet, but in the wooded trail where she had been running it was getting a little darker than Brenda was comfortable with. It was at this point that she cut her jog short and headed back to her car.
Still distracted by her thoughts about work, she came around a blind bend in the trail. When the trail came back into view there was something in the middle of the path. It looked like a flashlight. As she got closer she realized that it was definitely a flashlight and it was on and slightly rolling back and forth as if its owner had just that instant dropped it. Brenda slowed down to a walk, looking on either side of the trail to see if she could see the owner. How odd , she thought. Brenda bent down to pick up the flashlight, when something came up behind her and everything went dark.
When Blake got off the plane he didn’t even bother going to a hotel to book a room; he went straight to 1414 Old Oak Hollow Road. It was as he remembered from a couple of weeks prior when he had been there with Darby. The house was in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of Longmont, Colorado. It looked abandoned from the road, and the front screen was permanently half open. Blake felt almost as nervous as the first time he had been there, but for totally different reasons. When he and Darby had been here they had come to see the werewolf to see if there was some way to undo the results of the werewolf blood that had been injected into Rowan, but he had been too horrified to go in with Darby. He was afraid of what he would see, knowing that it was possibly what Rowan was going to turn out to be. He had been so worried about this that he had allowed Darby to go into the house of the werewolf without him. The guilt had been too much and after a bit, he had gone in after her, only to misjudge the situation, and jumpstart a ferocious fight with Dean. In the midst of their tangle, Darby had been injured badly and at the time Blake had thought her to be dead.
Now he was here to befriend the werewolf and try to understand what Rowan had undergone in his absence during the last full moon. He figured he’d be doing a lot of groveling. Devon had become great friends with this man, so Blake too wanted to be friends with him. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but it was a necessary evil in an effort to make things right with everyone.
After two weeks, Dean was wearing on him. Dean had been merciless. He had Blake pretty much repairing
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