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“No, not now. Tonight, after dinner.”
“Is that a date?”
I stepped around him and started walking backward. “I would like to think so.”
Behind Finn, deep between the trees, I saw a stone wall of a small building. I stopped.
“What’s that?” I pointed my finger toward it.
Finn glanced back.
“Oh, that. It’s my family crypt.”
“You have it here?” I walked back to him.
“Yes. It was my grandfather’s decision to build a crypt on our territory.”
“Is it okay if I take a look?”
“Come on.” He took my hand and pulled me along.
It looked newer and a bit bigger than the ones I’ve seen at cemeteries. We approached the small iron gate in front of the double doors with rose bushes on both sides. Over the entrance, carved into the stone mantel, was the family’s last name, Leatherwood.
Finn pulled open the gate, and then the crypt doors.
“I’ve never been inside one,” I said quietly.
It felt like walking into a church. Large candles sat on the stone stand under a small, stained-glass window on the wall opposite the entrance. There were two nameplates on the right side, and one on the left.
“Those are my parents.” Finn pointed to the right. “And this one is my grandfather.” He pointed to the nameplate on his left.
I raised my hand, turned my palm, and the candles lit up.
“That’s nice.” Finn's face lit with excitement. “No one has used magic around here since my grandfather died.”
I drew closer to the nameplates and read in a whisper, “Mason Leatherwood. Cassandra Leatherwood. Wayne Leatherwood.” I turned around. “So your grandmother isn’t here?”
“No. She died long before grandpa and was buried by her family, next to other witches from her bloodline. But grandpa wished to be here, next to his son.”
The sad truth about our kind was starting to sink in. Finn was raised by his grandfather, and because Finn was a hybrid, it seemed nobody else from the witch or the wolf side of his bloodline was brave enough, or simply wished, to get involved in his upbringing, or show their connection to him in any way.
My heart sank.He has no family at all.
The day we arrived, Mom said that my grandma supported Finn’s parents and took the secret of this place to her grave. Only now, I understood what that meant.
At least my grandma was a brave and decent witch.
I heaved a deep sigh as Finn took my hand and walked me out.
ChapterFifteen
SPENCER
The thoughts about my future chased me for several hours after we returned to the house.
Did I have one?
I was worried about Mom. She has been living in fear since the day I was born. What would happen if werewolves found me? Would they kill her? Would they kill us both?
