Dangerous Diabolical: Book 1 (Iridescent) ✔️

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I scratched my jaw and looked at the broken shelves, shattered bottles and sparking lights. "Some crazy guy decided to fire off magic at me." My voice was higher pitched than I intended, and from how Leofstan began to shake his head, it rocketed into ultrasonic.

I continued, "I was minding my business working, and this thing—" I pointed to the puddle— "wandered into the store."

"And this was using magic?" His eyebrows shot up, and there was a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth.

"No, it was a wolf-girl thing. The magic attack was from the other one!" It sounded ludicrous, even to me.

"So there were two, and one is now a pile of blood and bones and the other...?" His voice trailed off as he placed his hands on his hips.

"You just missed him." I supplied helpfully. "He was firing spells all over the shop." I pointed my chin toward some of the damage. The councilman glanced at the scattered shelves, eyebrows rising even higher, but he said nothing. After several seconds of silence, he merely sighed.

"The attacker's spell squished the werewolf," I whined. Well, aided squishing it. He tilted his head, puckering in his cheek and taking another deep breath, unblinking.

"It's true!" I exclaimed.

Still abstaining from commenting, he untied his blazer around his waist and shrugged it on. For a moment, I thought he was going to leave. Instead, he knelt, studying the remains of the wolf-girl.

"That's no werewolf." He noted dryly, holding out a hand, pushing magic into it, and muttering something under his breath. I leaned over him to get a good view of what he saw.

And I could understand how he'd be confused. The face was neither here nor there. It was a bone and flesh jumble of neither one; what was left of the arm structure was distorted beyond recognition. I couldn't even see a tail.

"Yes it is!" I argued, "It shifted from girl and everything. It just didn't do a good job of it! The girl looked worse before trying to wolf out, actually. The cashier saw it, and she can back me up."

He paled. "A human saw this thing."

"Oh yeah, rotten maggots crawling out of the eyeballs and everything." I threw a thumb over my shoulder to where I'd last seen her behind the fridges.

It was empty. I groaned audibly, running a hand down my face. "She was there, I swear!"

Lefostan stood. "So you're telling me a female werewolf attacked you?"

"Yes!"

His mouth was drawn in a hard line as he reached up to fish around in his inside pocket. With a slight bend to the paper, he drew out a picture. "Did she look like this?" A young, smiling teen girl in school uniform smiled shyly on a plain background. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked healthy enough to eat.

"Kinda." It was hard to tell without being able to smell her scent, not that I would tell Leofstan that. She had similar eyes, but the rest of her face was too deformed to tell. "Wait. Is this Jessie Chambers?" I hoped he said yes; Willow would be positively sprouting at the news that the corpse from her story had appeared in real life.

Leofstan merely grunted, "You knew her?"

"Plur-lease." I dragged out the word. "Everyone on this side of the neighbourhood knows she bailed on her own funeral."

He didn't seem impressed. "Did you recognise the second attacker?"

Shrugging, I responded, "Nah, I had a massive hood on the entire time." Pondering it, I added, "That must be a nightmare to see what you're doing—"