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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  FEEDING FRENZY

  LOVE TO READ?

  AWAKENING

  LEAF PENDANT

  PRIYA

  TEAM SPIRIT

  CONSPIRATORS

  HOME?

  EMPANADAS

  LYNETTE

  DIGITAL NINJAS

  TIED UP AND LOCKED OUT

  FRIES WITH THAT?

  GRUESOME PRESERVES

  LUNCH WITH A ZOMBIE

  DRAKE

  SUSPICION

  AUTHORITIES

  EATING CONTEST

  COIMETROPHOBIA (FEAR OF CEMETERIES)

  LEGENDARY

  GONE

  CACTUS LADY

  HAIRS AND HOMEWORK

  WHISPERS

  DRAKE

  PLAN B

  HALLOWEEN

  WORLD PREMIERE

  HERO COSTUME

  HOLOGRAM

  WHAT’S WORSE THAN SNAKES?

  BANG!

  CAUGHT

  RIBS

  ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

  TOOTHY

  FOOD FIGHT

  WHAT IS FOREVER?

  CLOSER

  ENTITY RISING

  FREE THE NINJAS

  FLAMES

  BRING A BAT

  COLLATERAL DAMAGE

  WORST FEARS

  DEAD DUCK

  PRIYA SURPRISE

  WHO ARE YOU?

  TO SERVE AND PROTECT, AND SERVE

  MUSHROOM

  BLUE CHEESE SANDWHICH

  BACCHIC LARD FEST

  THEIR GOOSE IS COOKED

  HARD TO STOMACH

  POUTINE NOT RIOTS

  BARBEQUE FLUID

  VOLCANO CAKE

  THE SCENE OF HER CRIME

  COOKING PIT

  BEST FRENEMIES

  TRUNK

  BAR FRIDGE

  TORONTO

  TAR AND BUBBLES

  A NEW KIND OF MAGIC

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE

  LOON LAKE MAGIC SERIES

  DEDICATION

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  FEEDING FRENZY

  Copyright © 2018 by Maaja Wentz

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  Editing by: Sandra Kasturi

  Cover design: Heather Hamilton-Senter

  Feeding Frenzy/ Maaja Wentz, 1st ed.

  ISBN 978-0-9940283-2-7 (Paperback)

  ISBN 978-0-9940283-1-0 (Electronic book)

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  AWAKENING

  She searched the body carefully, cleaned it, spelled it with wards, and sealed it in what was supposed be his eternal tomb. She used a backhoe to bury him under the Great Ash, below the subsoil where nothing lived.

  By charm or chance, she overlooked the spore he had hidden in his ear.

  At this depth, the ground didn’t freeze but water went where it liked, dissolving minerals, and wearing down stone. It took years for the first crack to split his cement prison. Greedy, hair-like shoots converged on this weak point, forcing the concrete aside thread by thread. The Entity emerged over weeks and months, an expanding mass of unnatural shoots that only knew up.

  LEAF PENDANT

  Tonya chopped carrots like it meant revenge. She should have been happy. Accepted into University of Toronto, she could finally leave Loon Lake behind—except her parents had other plans.

  The doorbell rang. High heels clicked across tiled floor with a familiar rhythm that made Tonya smile.

  “Hello this place!” Her aunt’s voice rang out.

  Tonya let the knife drop to the cutting board and dashed to the front hall.

  She saw dark circles under her aunt’s eyes, which contrasted with her snowy hair. “How are you?” asked Tonya.

  “Is she expecting me?”

  Tonya shook her head. “This is an emergency.”

  Aunt Helen squared her shoulders, grown angular in recent months. “Tell me.”

  Tonya led her to the living room. “My registration slot starts tomorrow at 2:00. I have until then to convince them I should go to Toronto.”

  “That’s between you and your parents.” Helen crossed her arms, exactly like Mom did. In childhood pictures, before Aunt Helen’s hair suddenly went white, the Lennox sisters looked like twins.

  “Talk to them. Even Dad thinks I should stay here when U of T has twice as much of everything. They know I want to study in Toronto.”

  “Why don’t you?”

  “They’re paying.”

  “Loon Lake is cheaper, but it can’t just be the money.”

  “Agreed, but they won’t budge. It’s like they’re terrified of Toronto. Talk to them? I know you can persuade them.” Tonya didn’t say charm them, but her unspoken plea hung in the air.

  Her aunt sighed. “I should go.”

  “Stay for dinner. I need you to back me up.”

  “If Barbara says okay.”

  “Help me finish cooking and she’ll have to.’

  In the kitchen, Tonya put on an indie playlist and chopped to the beat while her aunt peeled potatoes.

  The music stopped.

  Tonya’s mother stared at them from the kitchen doorway. “Helen?”

  Aunt Helen offered Mom a small smile. “Sorry to barge in on you. Tonya invited me.”

  “How’s your health?” Her mother approached Helen cautiously.

  “Fine.” It was a polite lie.

  “How’s the store?”

  “Still living the dream.” Helen’s pale face looked drawn opposed to her sister’s apple cheeks. In contrast to Aunt Helen’s tidy ponytail, Mom let her dark hair flow over her shoulders. Tonya wondered if they had ever done anything the same. Her mother was the good girl. She detested magic and spent her time baking for community events. Aunt Helen defied her anti-magic Pure family, until the mayor exiled her when she was a few years older than Tonya.

  Mom rolled up her sleeves. “You’d better stay. Tonya’s making orange chicken.”

  The three women peeled and chopped silently until Aunt Helen bundled the peelings onto her cutting board and walked to the green bin.

  The lid raised itself as Helen tipped the waste in.

  Her mother’s jaw dropped. “What are you doing?”

  The bin lid quivered under her aunt’s spell then dropped with a slam.

  “Nobody can see us here. Don’t make a fuss.”

  “Not in my house. There will be no magic in this house!”

  Aunt Helene shrugged.

  “You’re not even sorry! Leave.”

  “You’re looking good, Barbara. Say hi to Jim for me.” As she left the kitchen, Aunt Helen told Tonya to “have fun at school
.”

  Tonya walked her to the door.

  On the stoop, Aunt Helen paused. “It’s time you had this.” She slipped a golden pendant, shaped like a leaf, into Tonya’s hand.

  Tonya held the necklace under the porch light. “It’s beautiful. Is it antique?”

  “Yep, a real family heirloom. Promise you’ll wear it?”

  “Of course. I love it!” Tonya gave her a hug.

  Aunt Helen held on a little too long. “Don’t worry. University won’t be like high school.”

  “I wish you could stay.”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Stay.”

  “Oh, Tonya. You’re better off without me.”

  PRIYA

  Tonya lined up outside the Loon Lake University registrar’s office. Courses had already started, and she had been trying for weeks to get out of a third-year physics class and into the first-year English class she was supposed to be taking. How did these screw-ups happen? Torn between defying her parents and attending University of Toronto, or relenting and going to Loon Lake, she had waited until the last moment and chosen her courses in a rush. She was so flustered she had clicked the wrong selection and now the course she wanted was full.

  It wasn’t a long lineup, but it was moving so slowly she would need a haircut soon. Breakfast was hours ago. Tonya’s stomach grumbled for lunch. She shouldn’t even be here except the computer system had mysteriously rejected her password and wouldn’t allow a reset.

  She had tried phoning and email but couldn’t get a reply from anybody. When things got this messed up, Aunt Helen always said, “face-to-face is best.”

  Aunt Helen’s preference for face-to-face wasn’t completely innocent. As a child, Tonya’s parents had kept her aunt’s powers secret. It wasn’t until the summer Tonya went to work in her aunt’s Herbal Healing Shop that the clients told her everything. One lady credited Aunt Helen with changing her life in grade six. A mean girl bullied her every day so one night, Aunt Helen had charmed the neighborhood dogs to howl under the bully’s window and keep her awake all night. The next morning at school, when she threatened to keep doing it, the bully promised to reform.

  Too bad Tonya’s family were Purists, the strictest of Loon Lake’s magic factions. Like the Trads, they kept magic from outsiders, but they also forbade its study. It was a rule her aunt chose to ignore.

  Aunt Helen could have charmed Tonya up to the front of the line. Tonya sighed. After their aborted dinner, her aunt hadn’t answered texts or calls. Mom admitted she was seeing specialists but would say no more. Ever since Aunt Helen insisted on kissing her and giving her that pendant, Tonya suspected the worst.

  Ahead of Tonya, a girl with shiny black hair streaked with purple raised her hands over her head and posed, as if she just finished a gymnastics routine. Next, she put her hands on her hips and thrust back her shoulders like a comic book hero. When the girl started conducting an invisible orchestra, Tonya couldn’t help but ask, “What are you doing?”

  The girl turned, revealing a pretty, brown, heart-shaped face, nestled in a mane of black and purple curls. “I’m claiming my power. You must see this Ted Talk.” She held her phone out to Tonya. “Women lose marks in school and fail in business because they get meek around assertive men.”

  “Hmm,” Tonya wasn’t that interested in the video, but she was fascinated by a girl who wasn’t embarrassed to do crazy things in public.

  “I’m Tonya.”

  “Priya.” She reached out and shook Tonya’s hand like they were grown-ups which, Tonya supposed, they were.

  “What are you in for?”

  “Huh?”

  Priya grinned. “What are you studying?”

  “English and History.”

  “Whose history?”

  “Local history.” There was a three hundred-year-old schism between the founding families of Loon Lake. History class would be an excuse to visit City Hall’s archives and read about the feuding, in the words of the individuals who started it.

  “That sounds absolutely fascinating.” Priya chuckled.

  Tonya didn’t blame her. To an outsider, the history of Loon Lake must sound yawn-worthy.

  The line snailed forward. “So, what should I take instead?”

  “Take Feminist Theory in Popular Culture, with me.” On her phone, she showed Tonya the course description.

  “That’s a second-year course.”

  “I’m a quick study. I just have to convince the registrar.” She smiled.

  Tonya caught herself envying Priya’s perfect teeth and striking looks. Her clothes were straight out of a Gothic novel, all black chiffon and Victorian lace. Definitely not department store stuff. If university was going to be a new beginning, Tonya wanted interesting friends like her, people who didn’t remember her eating lunch alone in the high school library.

  The line moved, and it was Tonya’s turn, but Priya was taking different subjects. Their paths might not cross again for weeks.

  “Wait, after this, do you want to go for lunch?”

  Priya flashed her perfect teeth. “Thought you’d never ask.”

  “How about Mackenzie Cafeteria?”

  “Sure.”

  Loon Lake University grouped students according to their passions and vocations. Students interested in native studies and the environment were housed in one college. Future leaders and politically active students lived in another. Nursing students shared space with students interested in science and agriculture.

  “What’s your major?” Tonya asked Priya as she walked her bike along the path back to the dorms.

  “Fine arts.”

  “So, you’re at Mackenzie too.”

  “Top floor,” said Priya.

  “I’m on the third.”

  Tonya left her bike on the rack outside and entered the main floor cafeteria, watching for her roommate, Lynette. With lecture halls on the second floor, and their dorm room on the third, she was always running into her. With her cool new friend in tow, Lynette was the last person she wanted to see.

  As they lined up with their trays, Tonya checked for messages from her parents or Aunt Helen. Both numbers went straight to voicemail. That was unusual for Dad but not for Aunt Helen. For good measure she sent them each a text. Why weren’t they responding?

  The line moved forward, and she handed the cashier her meal plan card. After lunch she would try again.

  “One thing about Mackenzie,” said Priya as they sat at a table, “if I sleep in, I can go downstairs and catch my first lecture in my PJs.”

  “No tromping through snow.” Tonya knew too well what to expect from winter in the region. It was one of the reasons she had wanted to study in Toronto. At least her parents had insisted she stay on campus.

  “So, tell me about Loon Lake, local girl.” Priya smiled encouragingly.

  “It’s a pretty little city.”

  “Picturesque. What else?”

  “The Village of Loon Lake is hundreds of years old.”

  “Any original buildings still around? I’d love to take some pictures,” said Priya.

  “The new part of town is much nicer. Have you visited the farmer’s market?”

  “Who wants to photograph vegetables? I want to visit Loon Lake Cemetery. The city website says there are tombstones 300 years old.”

  “What’s so great about that?” Tonya didn’t like the way Priya’s eyes lit up when she said cemetery. There were good reasons to keep outsiders from getting too interested in that place. “Anything else you want to see?”

  “There’s this tall log cabin on Kenny Road. I saw it when I drove in from Toronto.”

  “That would be my aunt’s Herbal Healing Shop.”

  “We could visit both.”

  “It’s just a boring store.”

  “With interesting architecture.”

  “If you like log cabins we should go to the Ice House. They used to cut blocks of ice out of the lake in the winter and store them in sawdust all sum
mer. It’s more authentic than the store.”

  Priya took a bite of her veggie lasagna before she answered. “I should warn you, when somebody tells me not to do something, that’s exactly what I want to do.”

  “Then let’s hit the cemetery, right after lunch.”

  “No way!” Priya laughed. “I have class. In fact,” she checked her phone, “I’m almost late. What’s your number?”

  Priya stayed long enough to add Tonya’s contact info before rushing to class. The moment Priya headed for the staircase at the opposite end of the building, Tonya called her Dad.

  No answer. Not good.

  With the weird way her family wouldn’t discuss Aunt Helen’s illness, Tonya feared her Mom was protecting her from something she considered worse than disease—magic.

  Between classes, Tonya called Loon Lake Hospital, but Aunt Helen hadn’t been admitted. Tonya rode her bike west through campus and cut through the cemetery, coming out through a small break in the tall, wrought iron fence opposite the shop. She crossed the small field between cemetery and store only to find the closed sign posted. Tonya knocked but nobody answered. She tried phoning, but her aunt’s mailbox was full. It seemed Tonya wasn’t the only one who couldn’t reach Aunt Helen.

  TEAM SPIRIT

  Tonya shivered as she lined up at the high board for her chance to try out. The Diving Team was supposed to be an escape from stress, but it wasn’t turning out that way. Instead of concentrating on preparing for her dive, all she could think about was family. A couple of days ago, she had received an email from her aunt saying everything was fine. At least she was alive, but since then she hadn’t responded to texts or email.

  Ahead of her, divers in their Tyr and Speedo suits looked slim and twice as muscular as Tonya. She took a deep breath and tried to visualize herself spinning perfect somersaults above the trampoline. She loved the weightless feeling of bouncing high into the air, and had spent the summer practicing. Varsity represented a new, athletic life for her, something she’d never had before. Could she belong here? Ahead of her, girls with perfect, tanned bodies executed dive after dive. Her turn was coming, much too fast.