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RIVER DRAGON
WITCH SHIFTER CLAN
BOOK 3
C.D. GORRI
CONTENTS
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Preface The Curse of the Calloway Coven
Prologue Sybil
Chapter One Sybil
Chapter Two Sybil
Chapter Three Percy
Chapter Four Sybil
Chapter Five Percy
Chapter Six Sybil
Chapter Seven Percy
Chapter Eight Sybil
Chapter Nine Percy
Chapter Ten Sybil
Chapter Eleven Percy
Chapter Twelve Sybil
Chapter Thirteen Martina
Chapter Fourteen Percy
Chapter Fifteen Sybil
Epilogue Percy
Epilogue 2 Sybil
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River Dragon
Witch Shifter Clan 3
by C.D. Gorri
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RIVER DRAGON
By C.D. Gorri
Witch Shifter Clan Book Three
To the troublemakers,
You are what makes everything interesting. The perfect combination of rough and soft. The bits we need that make the world worth it. Keep sharing your gifts, even if we seem ungrateful. We know who you are, and we need you.
XOXO,
your devotees
RIVER DRAGON
Dreams can be beautiful, but they can also be deadly.
Sybil Harbor isn’t like her sisters. True, they are hybrids like her, but Sybil is the only one of her kind. Now that Martina and Nova have found their mates, it’s even lonelier for her. Well, it is until he walks into her life. Like a dream come true. Only her new man isn’t what he appears, and the truth might kill her.
Perseus Calloway is on a mission. Living under an ancient curse, the Calloway Coven has been without its power for generations. But when a rumor of Dragons living just a few hours away reaches their ears, they send him to investigate. With Dragon blood, they can finally lift the curse. But what happens when the Dragon he finds isn’t the Dragon he expected?
Sybil Harbor is more than just a beast. She’s a flesh and blood woman who calls to his heart like no other. Percy has a choice to make. Save his family or save the River Dragon who captured his attention?
When she learns this daydream is more of a nightmare, Sybil’s heart is on the verge of breaking. Will Sybil forgive Percy when his true intentions are revealed?
Find out in this installment of the Witch Shifter Clan series.
*Trigger Warnings: The fictional characters in this book deal and discuss heavy issues such as kidnapping, and ancient curses. Violence, steamy scenes, and also some over the top obsession and possessiveness between the main characters. This is a paranormal romance where the focus is always on love and HEA, and everything inside these pages is pure fiction. It is not real or intended to harm. This book is written for entertainment. As always, please take care of your mental and emotional health.
PREFACE THE CURSE OF THE CALLOWAY COVEN
“Perseus, you must find a way to end the curse,” Father said as I leaned over his bed. “It is your duty, son. You must make things right for us all.”
“I will, Father. I swear.”
I left the room to the wails of my grandmother after my father’s last breath rattled past his lips. The weight of my promise was crushing down on me as I entered my father’s office. I needed to read it one more time. I needed to understand the mission I was about to enter.
There on the shelf, encased in glass, was a single piece of parchment. I took it down and sat it upon my father’s desk. It was yellow with age, the ink barely visible, but I knew the words. Had memorized them over the course of my long life.
“For in the beginning, young Marian had loved the monster Axelrod with all her being. But guilt and the wrongness of her actions motivated her to scorn the beast, and when he could not contain his fire, she cast him forth, spurning his advances and his vile ways.
A dutiful daughter of the Coven, she married her true mate, a worthy Dhampir of good blood, Tybalt Calloway. For many moons, Marian was loved by Tybalt, but alas the fruit of their marriage proved poisoned by the serpent, and Marian’s hunger could not be sated by the mate she chose.
Having no other choice, her husband and true mate, Tybalt was forced to end her life in a merciful beheading on the same night the monster returned to take his vengeance.
Finding Marian dead, the beast, mindless and full of evil, cast a dark spell on the Calloway Coven.
‘For your crimes against the heart, yours shall only know hunger until the Dragon’s blood willing runneth once more through your veins!’
1765, Pennsylvania Colony, the New World, Calloway Coven.”
Father was right. It was time for this madness to end. I needed to find a Dragon and bring it back to the coven where we would drain its blood and drink our fill. It was the only way to end this hateful curse.
The only question was where the fuck could I find a Dragon in the 21st Century?
PROLOGUE SYBIL
About thirteen years ago…
“What do you think?” I asked, standing in front of my sisters.
“It’s pink,” Nova stated unhelpfully.
I rolled my eyes. I knew it was pink. Did she think I freaking forgot what color I’d used? I rolled my eyes at her. She was just so dang literal at times. My inner beastie purred softly. The Dragon understood Nova was who she was, and the creature inside me accepted that. It was my human side that took issue with my sister.
Sigh.
My hair was still damp, but I’d thoroughly toweled it dry so both Nova and Martina, my sisters, could see the bright color I’d used to dye it. Yes, it was pink. Just like Nova said. And, yeah, of course, I knew it was pink. I was the one who’d dyed it. To think, everyone called her a genius! Go figure.
“Wow, Sweet Syb! That is some color you got going on there,” Martina said, eyeing my hair skeptically.
“What does that mean? You don’t like it?” I asked, wanting to know.
I was being a little pushy, desperate maybe, but I always needed a little bit of extra reassurance. I wished I was more like Martina, all confidence and poise, or even more like Nova, who was a total brainiac and she knew it.
But I was just me. Just Sybil. The softer, quieter, less special of the three of us.
I knew in my heart that wasn’t really true. Mama Ann, our foster mother, never treated us any differently. And Davian, our older brother and guardian, was awesome. He never failed to make us feel loved and cared for.
It was just, well, something in me that stirred up those harmful feelings. But I was working on it. Really, I was.
“No, not at all. I mean, I love it! It looks great, right Nov,” Marti replied.
Her smile was too wide and her nodding too aggressive. And I saw her nudge Nova with her toe. But I appreciated her for both gestures. The Dragon did, too, choosing that moment to purr loudly.
“Yes. Sure. Um, it looks great, Syb, but why did you do it?” my smarty pants sister asked.
I shrugged and sat down crisscross applesauce on my bedspread, grabbing a wide-toothed comb from the side table. Parting my thick, newly dyed locks into sections, I slowly combed through each section before weaving them into six long braids. When they dried my hair would have that crimped look I liked so much. It was less than my natural curls, but more than the flat iron straight tresses most of the girls in our class preferred.
“Just wanted to do something different,” I muttered, unable to explain it.
“Well, if you like it, we like it,” Martina replied, nodding her head.
“Thanks, sis,” I murmured and smiled over at her.
Nova shrugged one shoulder noncommittally, looking down to read whatever fancy new science book she’d borrowed from the library. She didn’t understand, and I didn’t expect her to. I mean, why would she?
Of the three of us, Nova was the most st unning. She looked like a freaking supermodel and her inner Fox was a real vixen, all white fur and glacier blue eyes. Martina was no slacker. She was cute and curvy, and her Wolf was a total badass.
Truth was, I felt like an ugly duckling compared to the two of them. No one made me feel that way. I should probably explain myself better. I knew I wasn’t hideous or anything. I mean, I wasn’t exactly suffering in the self-esteem department. Typically, I was a happy-go-lucky version of myself.
I understood that everyone was unique, and we all had different things we brought to the table of life. Some people were beautiful. Some were smart. Some were generous and kind. Some were all those things at once. And some were all those things at different times.
Individuality made meeting people so interesting. Think how dull it would be if we were all the same! Ugh. I knew all that, and again, I did not believe I was gross looking or anything, but I made a promise when I was very young to always be honest with myself. And facts were facts. I was decidedly average when compared to my sisters.
Boring brown hair. Muddy hazel eyes. Pale skin. Sallow not creamy. My complexion was yellowish, sometimes green, as opposed to Nova’s breathtaking ivory. I was short, even shorter than Martina. I had more on the bottom than the top, so where she was cute with an hourglass figure, I was pear-shaped with thunder thighs and a fat ass.
So, yeah, I needed to do something to separate myself from that mousy girl I saw in the mirror. Something to bring out the fire within. So, I did.
For all intents and purposes, it was a regular old Tuesday night. But for me, it was special. It was the night I decided to come into my own. To claim something for myself.
Our brother Davian was working late as usual. The three of us were tucked away in the bedroom we shared so as not to disturb him. Harbor House used to provide a haven for many children from tots to teens. They used to come to stay for short periods of time back when Mama Anne was alive.
But Davi and his mate Erryn were stretched thin as it was, raising the three of us. I didn’t blame either of them for not having the resources or bandwidth to continue with Mama Anne’s dream. We just never really had the chance to reopen our home as a sanctuary for those in need.
Mama Anne was the only mother I remembered. Kind, warm, stern when she had to be, but always welcoming and forgiving. She taught me to embrace both my Dragon and my Witch side. She even gave me lessons on how to control my magic, which seemed to have an affinity for water.
But she was gone now, and with her loss I felt the fading of her dream and it hurt. It really freaking hurt. Like a physical ailment. And I knew it was something that would always haunt me.
So, even though I was only in high school, I started making plans. Big plans. Plans to do that someday. To finish what Mama Anne had started.
But before I could go about trying to save the world, I needed to focus on being the best me I could be. It really just came down to feeling good about myself.
How could I help anyone if I couldn’t look in the mirror and feel pride, love, and happiness? I wanted those things. Heck, I needed them. And there was no reason for me not to feel them. My life was pretty great.
I loved my sisters, my brother, and his mate. We were a family. A good one. And I was a lucky girl. I knew that deep down in my heart of hearts. Just like I knew I was the only female Dragon Shifter in a thousand miles in any direction.
Heck, maybe more.
We’d just started our junior year at Maccon City High School, and I knew I needed something to lift my spirits. Something to be my signature. That was mine and mine alone.
So, I chose my hair. I claimed it as mine. Using dye was my outlet. It gave me confidence, bolstered my spirit, and made my Dragon purr happily inside my chest.
New hair. New me.
Wasn’t that a commercial or something? Anyway, I decided it was gonna be my motto. Maybe not the new me bit. Maybe something else. I’d play with it for a bit. See what stuck. Either way, I was totally gonna rock that pink for a few months at least.
New hair. New attitude.
Now that seemed right.
CHAPTER ONE SYBIL
Present Day…
The smile on my face was laced with sadness, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that. In order to do my job, I had to be strong. Working for the Division of Paranormal Creatures & Activity, or the DPCA as it was known, which was a secret government agency, under their new subdivision, Supernatural Child Protection Services, was not for the faint of heart.
All the same, it was my heart that was always left wrecked afterwards. I just got too involved with those under my care. It was a serious hazard, but one I was working on. I was a firm believer in the concept that each one of us was a work in progress. Some of us were just lucky enough to find our place, our purpose, and our people faster than others.
I wasn’t lucky like that. But I had a purpose, and I had people, sort of. My sisters, their mates, and our brother and his mate were my people. They were my Clan. And my place was right there at the new Harbor House. After weeks of filling out paperwork and waiting for inspectors to give us the all clear, we were finally approved by the DPCA as the official South Jersey branch of the new SCPS.
The three young Shifter cubs who’d been staying at Harbor House over the past couple of weeks seemed uncertain as they gazed up at me, and I crouched down on the floor in front of them. Such brave kids. My heart squeezed inside my chest just thinking about everything they’d gone through.
They’d been rescued from the clutches of the evil Global Human Alliance, or GHA. They were a hate group that was trying to annihilate supernaturals through vile experimentation. My sister Nova and her mate Asher, who was also the newest member of the Witch Shifter Clan even though he was not a Witch, were responsible for delivering them to the safety of Harbor House after their terrible ordeal.
I’d been part of the team who’d rescued them, shifting into my Dragon to wage war on those horrible humans who held such hatred in their hearts, and all because we were different. My sisters and I knew all about that. Being Witches and Shifters, we’d each been abandoned by our birth parents after it was discovered we were more than just Shifters. There was magic in the world, and then there was magic.
Of course, Shifters believed in magic. How else could they explain changing one shape for another? But it was more complicated than that. Witches were able to use magic in a way Shifters could not. It was the combination of the two supernatural species that was hard to swallow. It was why we’d been left on mama Anne’s doorstep some thirty years ago.
Knowing I was seconds away from crying my heart out, I tried for a smile, wanting to reassure the youngest of the three siblings. I was simply so moved by the circumstances, and not because I wanted to keep them or anything like that. There were so many supernaturals outside the human system who needed our help, the new dormitory Mitchell, Martina’s mate, had just finished building at Harbor House was bound to be filled by the end of the summer.
So, no, I wasn’t sad to see Johnny, Christabel, and Anthony go. I mean, I was, but not really. This was a good thing for them. A very good thing, and I was blessed to be a part of it. Sure, I could’ve tried for a stiff upper lip, but they did not call me Sweet Sybil for nothing. I was one of those over the top emotional people.
I was the laugh out loud type who never held in a giggle. Not even when it got me kicked out of Gym class at school. Of course, the opposite side of that particular coin of my personality was that I could cry at the drop of a hat. And I often did.
