Reap What You Sow by M. L Briers

Jack was gone, and I was fine, so why did my family feel the need to cheer me up? Even Moira was being nice to me, and that was surreal.
Life was normal again. Well, not exactly normal, we did have bat-boy the vampire and split-personality the werewolf that we’d practically adopted as pets, but nobody was dying – and then they were.

So, Jack was back; I was cooking up a storm in between trying not to get myself or anyone else killed, that old dark magic was rumbling in the veins of the Earth beneath us, and I was still managing to find the time to play charades with the tourists. I think I need a holiday, but would I survive life on Skye to have one?