Jenna watched as her grandmother's birthstone swayed violently towards the suburban area. Jenna closed the grimoire and set it aside, she lifted one of the bottles and showed her gran.
"Is this the tracker?" Betty nodded and Jenna took a deep breath before dripping the blood like substance drip onto the map, focusing her energy she focused on the energy moving the birthstone and the droplets all started to move toward a specific spot until it stopped and the liquid simply vanished. "What happened?" Jenna asked looking at her gran with confusion covering her face, the birthstone hung limply only swaying because of Betty's shaking hands.
"I think it was a threat… or maybe she's young and doesn't even know she's being cloaked." Jenna set the vial on the table next to the map. "I think we should let her be."
Jenna gave a slight smile to her gran before lifting the grimoire and putting it back on the bookshelf. "I seen the Pentaghasts today, I think they were on their way to the Warehouse, Jenna told her gran, sadness lacing the words so delicately.
"If it were up to me and the sisters, we'd have sent Sapphire away long ago… but she has the protection of the Pentaghasts." Betty said weakly, she had given up on any chance of redemption for her old coven sister. "Maybe a travelling pack of werewolves will find the Warehouse and we'll only have to deal with cleaning things up when they finish." Jenna looked at her gran with a look of disgust but she merely walked out of the study.
For a woman of 63, she was in extremely good shape and looked as if she was only in her 40s, Jenna knew it was her magic but she couldn't help wonder how the citizens of Grimsby didn't notice it, I mean sure they pointed out that she couldn't possibly be 63 and stuff but how well Betty looked was not humanly possible at all, however Jenna just shrugged that thought off for the time being and went back over to the map. "It couldn't hurt to see who she is." Jenna removed her necklace and hovered it above the map, gently swaying her hand and focusing her energy on the magic. There was certainly something tugging, but it was faint, like it was hidden but only just hidden.