Read All Knight Long, Book I: One Warlock's Love Story Online
Authors: Shad O. Walker
All Knight Long, Book I: One Warlock's Love Story (18 page)
“Seems backward,” Zander said, wondering if Tau wanted him to complete the mating process.
“It seems backward to you because you were raised as a human. We get the preliminaries out of the way and end with the pledge. It makes sense if you think about it,” Tau explained.
Zander sighed. “I am glad that I met you.”
“And I, you,” Tau said. “Do you still want to wear my cowrie shell?”
Zander held up his ring finger proudly and showed off the ring.
“And I see you have on your grandmother’s ruby looking stone,” Tau said.
“Yes. Now you have one, and I have one. We can keep in touch supernaturally. That is, if your new mate doesn’t make you take it off...”
“I wouldn’t allow it,” Tau said softly, and looked into the stone directly at Zander, who was also looking into his stone.
Just then all of their friends came from around the house.
“Can we crash this party?” Giovanni said. Waverly was right behind him with several bottles of alcohol that he had liberated from the family liquor cabinet. Hung played some music from his phone, and in just a few minutes, they were all laughing and dancing and singing around the garden.
Zander Knight didn’t have to keep secrets any longer. He was a same-gender loving, sixth generation, part-warlock and part-shape shifter who had just graduated from a mortal high school. Zander’s high school friends only knew him as the little dude with the good grades and great smile, but his new friends would come to know him for who he really was. This was only the beginning of this warlock’s love story.
Epilogue
Zander and his mother moved about the house without very much interaction. She continued to make her potions, but she no longer sang the songs that he had always heard her sing growing up. He spent his days talking to Giovanni on the phone and pining over Tau. Between him and his mother, someone was always crying in the house.
Zander sat on his childhood bed with three piles in front him. To his left were all of the things that he had saved from the medical center fire before he and his friends had burned it to the ground. He had the handheld device that could identify shifters, magicals and vampires, the box of files and jump drives, and numerous Internet articles on the man who owned the medical facility, Archer Carmichael. On the right, he had a pile of maps and brochures on every major metropolitan city in the United States. And in the center sat his family’s Grimoire.
His father had called back to the house several times, not to ask after him or his mother, but to demand that they give him the Grimoire. Zander had hung up the phone each time. He flopped back on the pillows and let his mind float back to thoughts of his strained family relationships, the news that he was part shape shifter, his new friends and then his beloved Tau. He thought about Tau’s advice to ‘hunt for today, for tomorrow is not promised,’ and he knew exactly what he needed to do next.