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groundskeeper murdered in the same cemetery,” he said, scooting forward. “Let me clarify, the sinister energies discharged by the Sheol can be illustrated by Fallen Oaks’s bleak and foreboding history. The only known archetype for the concept of a Sheol is in the book of Numbers in the Bible. It describes a momentary act of God by Moses and not an actual area of landscape or artifact, but I think it still refers to the Sheol.” He sipped his mug of steaming coffee.
    I chewed my lip. “Hmmm, that’s what must’ve swallowed, Esael.” The Soul Eater, Esael, had sucked the souls out of several teens over the last few years until the local coven helped me vanquish him over the summer.
    Everyone was quiet for a moment while we digested this new info. Wall sconces cast spectral shadows on the walls. It almost seemed like we should be speaking in whispers, although, there was no one around to hear us except the great characters of literature scattered upon the shelves.
    “I’m not saying that Fallen Oaks is unique,” Evans said, setting his cup on the desk. “Dreadful things happen in other areas, too. In any case, a place can simply be malevolent in origin.”
    “That’s seriously creepy,” Ari said with a shudder.
    “It is not an easy life we live as protectors of the innocent,” Evans said with detached inevitability. “As mere humans, we are fragile creatures caught up in a dangerous war of good versus evil. Thus, we have to deal with the complications of living in a world where the supernatural is real . Even so, sometimes we must study the past in order to learn from the oversights of others. There’s something different about this place. You sense it the minute you cross the town border.”
    He was right. We lived in a quiet, yet notorious community that had a high amount of oddities, and the entire town was filled with quirky and eccentric locals, all with something to hide. Many of the residents were so intricately connected that their elaborate unions and rivalries went back generations. In Fallen Oaks, family mattered—especially if you belonged to one of the town’s founding families, and watch out if you crossed any of them!
    “So if everyone in town knows about the supernatural activity, why don’t they just leave?” Ari asked.
    “I suspect money,” Evans said. “With good reason. Folks here depend on the Donovan Inn to support the township. The tourists come to visit the ocean and hike the forest, which provides jobs for many people. In this economy, they may not find work elsewhere.”
    Ariana tucked a wild curl behind her ear. “That makes sense. Still…the families here have endured so much. It doesn’t seem worth it.”
    A frown touched Evans’s lips. “Bad things happen everywhere.”
    “Well, I think the number one problem in this town is apathy, but hey, who cares!” I blurted.
    “ We do.” Evans sighed. “All right, girls, history lesson over. Now we can study lycanthropes.” He glanced at me. “Don’t roll your eyes. This is an important part of your preparation, Shiloh.”
    The shades entered the room in their shadowy form, crawling from the dark corners, and then becoming more solid. The three little demons scampered over to me like affectionate puppies. I scratched Bakaz behind the ears. Kasha jumped onto my lap and I stroked her dreadlocks.
    “Do those anthracite creatures have to follow you everywhere?” Evans asked.
    I glanced at my shoes, or lack thereof. Zrekam had draped his little black body over my feet. Kasha curled up on my lap. Bakaz jumped on the couch between Ariana and me, and she petted his head.
    “We look out for each other.” I nuzzled Bakaz with my cheek where he rested on my shoulder. A twinge inside my heart reminded me that the fourth little demon Azeri was dead. He had died protecting me from a lycan.
    Evans sighed again. “A good witch with shades as pets. It’s rather profound in a maudlin kind of way.”
    “I think they’re ugly