Shadowed Threads Read Free Page B

at them, shocked by the variety of colors.
    I knew about Black, Blue, Grey and Green. But Red, Brown and—I walked over to the book next closest to me brushed my hand against it—Violet were new to me.
    Pamela hefted the grey book. “This one says ‘magic’ on it.”
    I moved around the table, taking in each book, memorizing the color that was attached to it.
    Winged: Blue
    Fanged: Red
    Furred: Brown
    Magicked: Grey
    Blooded: Violet
    Psychic: Green
    Demons: Black
    Pamela flipped each book open to pages that were marked with scraps of paper.
    “Do you think the colors have anything to do with the groups?”
    “I don’t know. Probably. There is very little coincidence in this world, things happen for a reason, not just for shits and giggles.”
    She gave a shaky laugh, and I really looked at her. “What is it?”
    With a shaky finger, she pointed at the open page in front of her. “The words, I can feel them under my skin, like ants, moving.” She scrubbed her hands over her arms.
    Gods be damned, what the hell had Jack opened up here?
    “Go over to the door, just stay there and keep an eye out for Jack.”
    She didn’t argue with me, just backed away from the table and the books, kinda like how I wanted to.
    I didn’t really want to read what these books said. Not really. But that was the only way to find out what the hell was going on, because I seriously doubted Jack was going to come clean. Even once he saw the less than subtle B&E.
    I moved to the book that Pamela had said made her skin crawl, the Green one, and read the page Jack had marked. Reading was slow going with the handwritten script, and I found myself reading the words aloud.
    “Thus shall one Tracker stand between Orion and the darkness he brings. She shall be either our destruction or our salvation. No matter the outcome, her blood will be taken, drained to the last drop.” What the fuck? Chills raced along my spine, my skin rising in gooseflesh I couldn’t control. This was not sounding good. But, again, why wouldn’t Jack want me to read this, unless he thought that the ‘she’ was … shit, he didn’t think this was about me, did he? Yeah, it looked like I’d more than stumbled on Jack’s deep dark secret he’d been keeping.
    The Grey book came next and my heart leapt higher into my throat with each word.
    “Orion shall twist the magic of the Great One, and shall bring her to her knees with his lies. For when he possesses the heart of her soul, salvation shall fall to one bound by oaths to stay his hand of death over the world. The Tracker must break her oaths to save the world, or we will all be doomed.”
    “I don’t like the sound of that. It sounds like the Tracker could be you.” Pamela’s voice softened with each word, echoing what I was thinking.
    This was too close to sounding like it was about me. Like these were prophecies for each of the different groups of the supernaturals, and maybe they all were about me. No, that couldn’t be. I was Immune, there is no way they could Read me. So this was just stupid.
    My fingers traced the words, and with each touch, my gut clenched and I fought to keep myself standing there. Stupid or not, I knew that I was staring at pages that would change my life.
    “Yeah. Let’s not jump to conclusions.” I kept my tone smooth, but inside I was doing my best not to freak out.
    Fuck, fuck, fuck! Each word from the books resonated with me and I couldn’t deny that they felt as if they were directed at me. I made myself go slowly, so I wouldn’t trip over my feet scrambling to get to the next book.
    Blue, the Winged supernaturals.
    “And our wings shall carry the Tracker into the final storm, and together, bound by blood, they will battle Orion.”
    Brown book, the Furred.
    “The Great Wolf shall howl the Tracker’s name, and claim her as his own, and shall spill his blood for her. And the Tracker will teach the submissive to stand; to shift and fight alongside her as Orion’s darkness