Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates novel Chapter 92

Jesse

It took about three days for me to start to form a plan in my mind. I was going to find a scryer who could track the Rosewater Coven.

Magic was not something I was accustomed to, but I paid attention with Lia spoke. She loved to talk about magic and what she was learning. As long as she was happy I was happy.

But I also thought it could be useful.

When I discovered Scrying, I realized we had a way to track down the coven. I had started planning this before Lia’s attack but once she was attacked, I decided this was what I was going to do.

I took a piece of her clothing, and stuffed it in my pocket. With this, we could pay a witch to scry for us and find the location. Then launch a surprise attack.

My focus would be the leader of the coven. If you took out the one overseeing the whole thing then everyone was going to be scrambling amongst themselves, trying to figure out how to keep the coven going.

I knew it was the best way to stop them in their tracks.

Matt was the one who I trusted to help me with this. I knew the others were going to try to talk me out of this, wanting to take it slow but I was sick of this. Living every day worrying whether the coven was going to attack us was too much.

Our time on the field was suffering and so was our relationship with each other. It added undo stress, in an already stressful situation.

One evening while Matt and I were in our shared room, I turned to him.

“I’ve decided to scry for the Rosewater Coven this weekend,” I told him. “I’ve already hired a scryer and have the money ready. She’ll help us narrow down where they are thanks to the bloodied fabric I took from that woman who attacked Lia.’

The moment I brought it up, Matt looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind.

He blinked once or twice, staring at me like I was insane. My eyebrows flew up and I was sitting there wondering why he was so surprised.

I talked about this with him. He seemed like he was fine with the idea.

Wait, I know what happened.

Matt likely never thought I was going to go through with this. He probably convinced himself that I was kidding or not going to be spontaneous because it wasn’t a word people associated with me.

But I was and there was no convincing me to change my mind.

Once I set my mind to something, I knew I was going to go through it. There was no changing it because this was going to be the best thing for all of us in the end. They might not see it now, but I knew it was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice was low, incredulous, but there was an edge to it like he thought I was joking and just waiting for me to crack a smile.

I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, hands clasped together. “I’m sick of this shit, Matt. We sit back, we react, we play defense. It’s time to end this.”

Matt shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Jesse, it’s never like you to be spontaneous. What the hell changed?” I exhaled sharply. “Everything.”

A beat of silence stretched between us. I could feel his eyes on me, searching for something, maybe a sign that this was just a passing thought, an emotional outburst. But it wasn’t.

“They’ve pushed us too far,” I continued, voice steady, controlled. “We both know it. And you’re telling me you’re fine with just letting it happen? Waiting for their next move?”

Matt scoffed, shaking his head again, but it wasn’t in dismissal. It was frustrating. “This isn’t a damn bar fight, Jesse. We don’t just throw a punch and walk away. You take out their leader, you start a war.”

“There already is a war,” I snapped. “You just don’t want to admit it.”

Matt looked away for a moment, jaw clenched. He knew I was right. We both did.

“You think it’s that simple?” he asked, finally meeting my gaze again.

I nodded. “I think it’s necessary.”

Another pause. Then Matt exhaled, long and slow, like he was letting something go.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Tell me the plan.”

I leaned in further, my voice dropping to a whisper. “We take her out and without her, they are fucked. That’s when they’ll be at their weakest. If we wait, we lose any chance of catching them off guard.”

Matt rubbed his temples, sighing. “And what about their enforcers? You think they’ll just roll over and let it happen?”

“No,” I admitted. “But without their leader, they’ll be disorganized. Conflicted. That’s our window.”

Lia should’ve honestly. She was the one who was a licensed and practicing witch, but to be fair she had a lot on her plate. This includes her almost dying.

I hated to think about it. It still filled me with such anger, making me glad that the woman was dead. If Lia hadn’t managed to kill her, I would’ve tracked her down and finished the job myself.

This was why I wanted to convince everyone to leave in the first place! I hated the idea of running, but in this case, it was the smarter thing to do. We all deserved to live in peace and happiness, growing our pack and our lives together.

But the pack didn’t want this at all. They made a decision we would stay and fight. I acclimated to the idea, having no choice.

I don’t know why I was willing to accept what Jesse was doing. All I had to do was talk to the pack and they would try to convince Jesse to change his mind, but there was another part of me that wanted to do this.

They deserved to be eliminated. If I couldn’t run away then I was going to run headfirst into danger.

It didn’t make much sense when I thought about it, but it was what I was going to do.

“Well, I’m here with you,” I said to Jesse, giving him a smirk.

Jesse smiled. I tried not to flinch at the smile. He was doing something that creeped everyone out. I knew that Jesse knew this was what he was going but he didn’t care.

Or maybe this was one of those genuine times he didn’t care.

“I know.”

We were going to take it one step at a time. Find this scryer, pay her, and then learn where the coven was. I didn’t know shit about scrying but he seemed convinced that everything was going to work out. Jesse must’ve done his homework. With a sigh, I settled into bed.

We will figure it out tomorrow. Go to this scryer and see what she said. Then after we figured out where they were, we could start the next phase of the plan, killing the coven leader.

I had no doubt they would fold like a cheap fucking suit the second we took out their leader. The Rosewater Coven’s days were numbers. I couldn’t wait until I would never have to think about them or so much as utter their name out loud.