Hours and hours of reading, note-taking, brainstorming, and a quick trip back to Claude’s house for Copeland, and we had compiled a short list of things to report to Copeland’s High Priestess.
Our relevant findings were few, but they carried quite a bit of weight.
I was admittedly nervous. Witches and covens and High Priestesses might as well have been foreign to me, and I didn’t know what we were getting involved in, but my Wolf pointed out that we were already in it.
Much of what we learned didn’t necessarily help us with finding and bringing down Faustine, but it didn’t matter. We found the information that the High Priestess was reportedly hoping for along the way.
Copeland and I shared a mutual, unspoken understanding that this was it. This was Reid’s opportunity to finally und
