E.J. Stevens - Spirit Storm (Spirit Guide, Book 2)

Praise for the Spirit Guide Series

by E.J. Stevens

She Smells the Dead

"She Smells the Dead provides something newand fresh to the YA realm."

-Stacey, Flippin' Fabulous: A Reader'sRecord

"This series is like Nancy Drew meets theWinchester Brother's from Supernatural."

-Natalie, I'd So Rather Be Reading

"I absolutely loved every last delicious pageof She Smells the Dead!"

-Mary, Sparkling Reviews

"If you love ghosts, Goths, and a little bitof YA romance, you will want to check this book out."

-Yvonne, Diva's Bookcase

Great YA Paranormal Romance.

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Spirit Storm

"Part mystery, part adventure, part romanceand all the things a reader wants."

-Mechele, Read For Your Future

"Fans of Rachel Hawkins Hex Hall Series andLauren Kate's Fallen Series will love this!"

-Kristen, Seeing Night Reviews

"These characters are so unique and fun tofollow."

-Amber, The Musings of Alymbnenr

"I haven't read a truly great YA paranormalin more years than I can remember, and Ms. Stevens delivers themost well written tale imaginable!"

-Tamela Quijas, At Your Fingertips

Also by E.J. Stevens

Spirit Guide

She Smells the Dead

Legend of WitchtrotRoad (October 4, 2011)

Brush with Death(2012)

Dark PoetryCollections

From the Shadows

Shadows of Myth andLegend

Spirit Storm

E.J. Stevens

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Chapter 1

October 30th Salem,Massachusetts

A Pox Upon All Thieves, read the signhanging at eye level on the wall behind the glass case. I stifled ashudder and tried to distract myself from the task at hand. I wasabout to attempt grand theft amulet from an occult shop known to berun by witches. Son of a dung beetle. How did I get myself intothis mess?

The words were painted in an old-fashionedfont and the sign was covered in a false patina of age. My mindlatched onto an old memory of my grandmother teaching me the tricksof tole painting. I remember her patiently demonstrating thetechnique of speckling, layering, and then using tea for thefinishing touch.

See its nothing, my mind screameddesperately. Its not even old. Old or not, the sign still filledme with dread.

I was grasping for anything which mightdistract me, but thoughts of my grandmother only deepened my senseof guilt. I may be rebellious, but I wasnt the kind of girl tosteal from anyone. Except now. I felt like I was on a slipperyslope to Hell. Good thing I wore my boots.

Chapter 2

October 20th Maine

I shivered as Calvin ran his hand down mycheek and not from the cool autumn breeze swirling leaves aroundthe school parking lot. I pressed myself against him, a littlevoice in the back of my head only slightly concerned I might impalehim on one of the many safety pins covering my shirt. He tilted myhead back and leaned in to kiss me. I am so in love with youCalvin Miller.

As our lips touched I felt a vibratingagainst my hip that didnt have anything to do with love or raginghormones.

Sorry, Cal mumbled against my lips as hereached for his phone. The sleeve of his frayed sweater caught onone of my safety pins and his phone went flying onto thepavement.

I guess Im the one thats sorry, I saidtrying to extract his sweater from my shirt.

I meant to ask earlier, he said, raisingan eyebrow. Is there a reason why youre wearing about ten poundsof safety pins today?

I laughed, still attempting to unhook thethreads of his sweater. I was tempted to grab clippers from mybackpack, but was trying to lessen the damage. Not that I mindedbeing attached to Cal. Not at all.

Emma and I were doing more research andsome people believe iron and steel help to repel spirits, Ianswered.

I thought that was just for fairies, hesaid.

Well, it depends on the source, I said.Some of the books and Internet sites claim that iron and steelalso hurts the dead. Other sources even claim fairies actually arespirits. Hence, my crazy awesome safety pin shirt.

So its kind of like chain mail forspirits, he said.

Exactly, I said, finally pulling the laststrand of yarn from the offending pin. There, youre free wolfboy.

Calvin reached down for his phone, but frozepart way. His phone was open and the picture which had been sent tohim was on the screen. My brain was having trouble processing whatI was looking at. There was fur, and limbs, andoh God, there wasthe glassy eye of a dead wolf. I looked up at Cals face and couldtell the wolf must have been one of the members of his pack.Something bad had happened. Something very, very bad.

Cals phone suddenly started vibrating,making it dance epileptically along the pavement, and we bothnearly jumped out of our skins. Oh why did my mind have toconjure up that image?

With a shudder, Calvin reached down andgrabbed the phone. Pressing the button to answer he closed his eyesand brought the phone to his ear. Simon? Cal asked.

Right on one, Simon quipped, though histone quickly turned serious. We have a problem. Did you get thephoto I sent you?

Yeah, it just came through, Cal said.Isis it what it looks like?

If it looks like a dead wolf, then yes,its what it looks like, Simon answered.

I watched Cals Adams apple rise and fallwith his swallowing. He was obviously trying to keep it togetherand avoid being sick. I really hoped he managed to control thegorge rising in his throat. Some people are social yawners, but Ihave the unpleasant habit of social yacking. If Cal puked, I was sototally going to start uncontrollably puking on his shoes. Hurlingon my boyfriend would definitely not help this situation. Youbetter not throw up Calvin Miller.

Do we know who it is? Cal asked. He didntask if the wolf was one of the Old Blood. He alreadyknew.

Looks like he was an accountant named GavinSanders, Simon replied. He worked in the city and would come outhere to the woods on his way home at the end of the work week andgo for a run in wolf form. His way to unwind, I guess. I found apile of his clothes, folded neatly, with his wallet, phone, and carkeys not far from where he parked on the road. Ill have to go backand do some more tracking, but it smells like he was followed intothe woods. Someone must have known his routine.