{"id":255492,"date":"2026-07-13T04:22:58","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:22:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cauldrons-n-campfires-ali-k-mulford\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:22:58","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:22:58","slug":"cauldrons-n-campfires-ali-k-mulford","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cauldrons-n-campfires-ali-k-mulford\/","title":{"rendered":"Cauldrons N Campfires &#8211; Ali K Mulford"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure style=\"text-align:center;margin:0 auto 1.5em;\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/27a8d6c2caab5dad.jpg\" alt=\" - Unknown book cover\" style=\"max-width:300px;width:100%;height:auto;box-shadow:0 4px 12px rgba(0,0,0,.25);border-radius:4px;\"\/><\/figure>\n<p>I loved to float in the lake, warmed by the blazing sun overhead. Though, it would be more peaceful without rowdy campers around. Two werewolf boys were trying to wrestle each other off the platform in the middle of the lake, which was shared between Camp Cryptwood, SCUW, and the Lycanthrope Wilderness Camp. I bent my knees, trying to keep from tumbling into the water. Each supplied lifeguards to man it during the day, and today was my turn. I didn\u2019t know why Dagmar made me carry a lifesaver, considering I could just use my magic to levitate any struggling swimmers out of the water.<\/p>\n<p>I couldn\u2019t hold that power for more than a few minutes, but it was still long enough to get someone out of a dire situation faster than using a lifesaver from the 1950s. My boredom was blissfully interrupted by two bodies swimming up from my side of the lake. I instantly noted Gwen\u2019s short black hair as she grabbed onto the dock.<\/p>\n<p>Faith swam up right behind her, and I had the distinct impression by their freshly painted nails that she\u2019d cajoled Gwen into some sort of bunkmate bonding day. The wolf boys snickered as Gwen and Faith pulled themselves up. \u201cWell, if it isn\u2019t the man-hating witches,\u201d the taller one jeered. \u201cYour mom\u2019s a witch, Felix,\u201d I reminded him. \u201cYeah, well . . .\u201d Felix balked, all bravado. \u201cWhile we\u2019re at Lake Nevermore, witches are my archenemies.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOnly children use words like \u2018archenemies,\u2019\u201d I countered. \u201cAre you a child?\u201d He frowned at me but shut his mouth. The last thing he wanted was an older witch ratting him out to his mother at the next coven meeting or threatening to call him a pup in front of his pack.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI heard she turned her boyfriend into a toad,\u201d Levi said, pointing at Gwen. \u201cAnd you better keep your mouth shut or I\u2019ll turn you into one too,\u201d Gwen said with a wink that made my stomach flip. \u201cLike I care,\u201d Levi dismissed. \u201cYou know I turn into a wolf every full moon, don\u2019t you?\u201d Gwen\u2019s magic pulled in on her like a dark storm cloud.<\/p>\n<p>It was the sort of thing she probably didn\u2019t even notice she was doing, but the werewolves had a keen scent for magic, and both snarled at the shift in the air. \u201cHey, no magic in neutral territory,\u201d Felix muttered, pointing an accusatory finger at Gwen, even as he shuffled a little closer to his packmate. Gwen shrank in on herself for a moment, and the pull of the mystic loosened. With the threat contained, both boys straightened, poised to continue their verbal sparring.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Paperback: 978-1-923184-28-2 Ebook: 978-1-923184-27-5 Map and Cover by Holly Dunn 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Connect with us!<\/p>\n<p>Acknowledgments 1kitap1.com\/en To all the sapphic millennials whose first crush was &#8220;tie-dye girl&#8221; from the duffel bag scene in The Parent Trap \ud83d\ude09 1kitap1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en I 1 Gwen f you\u2019d asked me before my twentieth birthday if I believed in magic, I would\u2019ve said absolutely not. But there I was, staring at my ex-boyfriend . . . whom I\u2019d just turned into a toad.<\/p>\n<p>I let out a disgusted scream as Brayden licked his eyeball. \u201cGwen?\u201d Mom called from the living room. \u201cYou okay, honey?\u201d \u201cUhhh, I\u2019m fine! Don\u2019t come in here!\u201d I screeched in a way that only made my mom\u2019s footsteps quicken. \u201cOh god, oh god, oh god.\u201d I stared at the brownish-green toad on the kitchen floor. My first thought was to start live-streaming the incident just in case my ex magically re-Brayden-fied before our very eyes.<\/p>\n<p>After all, I was studying social media marketing, and this was one hell of a viral moment . . . not that anyone would believe me. And then I wondered if turning one\u2019s ex into a toad was a criminal offense and decided to put my phone away, lest it be used as evidence. I opened the window to the fire escape and peered down into the alley below.<\/p>\n<p>Would anyone notice if I flung him outside? Stranger things happened in our New York City neighborhood every day. Car horns blared outside as a taxi rear-ended the vehicle in front of it. A thick Brooklyn accent shouted profanities that echoed up to our two- bedroom apartment. Normally, the hubbub instantly quelled my nerves, but toad magic was above even New York City\u2019s pay grade.<\/p>\n<p>Of all the nineteen cities I\u2019d lived in during my twenty years of life, New York was my favorite. Something about the constant hustle, the raw humanity, and the excitement and absurdity of it were comforting to me. I liked being anonymous, a small fish in a giant pond. And speaking of ponds . . . I looked down at the amphibian\u2014who seemed more confused than terrified\u2014and knew what I had to do: get rid of the evidence.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><em>This is a short excerpt from the opening of &ldquo;&rdquo; by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. 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