Chapter 33
Ambrose rushes to the small kitchen area pulling things out, and really just tearing the whole place apart. When he growls out in frustration my hackles spike up. “you, the bear, do you have access to bigger pots and are they iron?” tilting her head thinking as we all watch him flutter for a lack of a better word around the cabin. Coming out of the bedroom once with a pillow and then a dresser drawer tossing things in a pile. Stopping when no one made a sound. “are you broken?” he sneers at Fallen. Stepping in front of her my wolf does not like the tone he is using. “look I don’t care how powerful you are or how important you are do not speak to her like that ass wipe.” the deep rumble coming from my chest daring him to challenge me. Looking me over he just grins and nods his head. “no questions you are young master Tyler's offspring for sure.” he waves his hand in front of him like he’s sweeping dust away.
“well do you” looking at me eye to eye “F A L L E N?” hitting every letter like it is one. Rolling my eyes at how childish he is. “you know one day you will have a mate than what?” “I could only wish to be that lucky boy. But I have been around a while and it's yet to happen so I dought that holds any truth. Are you done throwing your weight around I need answers to the questions unless you no longer wish to save Enoy and Freya?” raising his brow in challenge to me. Sighing I nod and step aside. “fallen sweetie do you have access to what he is asking about? I ask in a sweeter nicer tone while glaring daggers at the oh whatever the hell he is. I feel her small hand on my back looking behind me I see her nod slightly. So I nod at Ambrose. Rubbing his hands together then he starts making tick marks in the air. “how many do you think you could get a hold of?” he asks almost like he's half listening. “I don’t know three of four I think we don’t cook in iron up here it doesn't really work well up here with all the salt well everywhere.”
Ambrose starts pacing tapping his lower lip. Humming and talking to himself. “do you have anything else iron other than boiling pots?” he asks. She just shrugs “like I said we don’t usually have such things because the salt in the air and light dusting over well everything causes the iron to rust and if you didn’t know rust is bad. So we don’t tend to keep it around.” “what does the witch use to contain his potions? Have you seen his room?” she shakes her head. “can you find out?” she shrugs. “okay why? If there is a chance she could be in danger, what is the purpose?” I ask demand. “huh?” he looks at me like he just noticed I was here. Reaching in his pocket he pulls out what looks like gum. With a nod he rushes over shoves in her hand “there that will help.” and he's back looking at Freya and Kaleb both now lightly snoring but still pale.
“What?” comes Fallen's tiny voice. Ambrose spins and looks at her cocking his head “once you have all the pots out of the border, you said four right?” he asks in the middle of his expatiation with a nod he continues. “so that needs to be broken into four equal pieces then each piece needs to be broken again in three equal pieces then set in the bottom of the pot and left in a dry and I mean a dry place with airflow. For three days then we will have the right number of pots. Then they will need to be spread around the border equally. Can you do that?” she glances at me and I nod so she nods to Ambrose. “okay good. Now I need glass jars as many as you can. They need tight-fitting lids I don’t want to waste one drop of blood I take from them.” pointing to Kaleb and Freya. “their blood and mine are key to this spell. So we will just take it one step at a time. Do you have glass jars and a giant bag of salt?” she nods again. “I hate to point this out but how is she supposed to move things about like that without being noticed?” Jas asks coming up behind fallen and placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. Fallen looks over at Jas and smiles.
Ambrose looks at me for a long moment before it seems to have sunk in. Reaching in his I think bottomless pocket he pulls out a bag. Like a purse she-wolves carry around. “does this look like what you might have?” he asks holding the teal fabric out to her. Slowly taking it she nods. “okay good that's spelled it's bottomless to a point. You can fit everything in it this will help conceal the items as they duplicate. So we need twelve small jars. Twelve iron pots. I will need the jars brought here. Also, the bag of salt will fit. But that can be left here for now as well. I need a binder blocker to store the blood in until I have all twelve jars with equal parts Freya, the young delta, and my blood. This may take as least a week due to the way it has to be done. Do you think you could make sure as much as possible Enoy is safe” she nods. “one more thing that bag will lay flat against you no matter how much you put in it. But the concealing spell is not working it has not in many many years. So do not let anyone look in it they will see it all.” she nods as she slips it up under her shirt over her head through the neck. she then pulls her arm into her shirt and backs out the sleeve. Running her hands down her top to flatten it. And like magic, the bag is gone.
“well young black your mate is clever is she not.”
