Witchin' A Ride

<p>I woke up this morning expecting a hangover. What I got was an Eskimo—er <em>Ekimmu</em>—allegedly dispatched by Baba Yaga to trash my apartment and summon me home. But with no magic little money and a pathetic sense of direction finding my own way back to Hemlock Hollow could be a bit of a challenge. Does that witch not know me at all? </p><p>As if that wasn't enough it turns out the stray cat with whom I've been cohabitating for the duration of my exile is in fact a wolf Shifter under a curse. A curse only I can break. Without magic. And exactly how is that supposed to work? Coincidentally a Shifter is the reason I'd ended up banished to the mortal world in the first place. Sort of. Let's just say I think a girl is entitled to end a dry spell—no matter how many decades it lasts—on her own terms.</p><p>Stranded at a truck stop things don't look promising. I can only hope the stray cat-wolf Shifter whose name is not Doyle is more resourceful than he looks. At least he can read a map. But something about that Ekimmu smells fishy—actually everything about her smells fishy. I can't imagine why the Yaga sent such an unusual messenger. Or why she appears to be following me.</p><p>An exiled witch a hexed Shifter and a vengeful spirit with breath as foul as her intentions…road trip anyone?</p><p> </p>