I like it. You could probably amp up the tension a bit. Most if not all female readers know that gut feeling of heebie jeebies all too well and playing hard on it will definitely get the reader. Is he just a creeper or is there something more to the feeling?
From The True Covenant
I followed her up to their room and plopped myself on the lowest bunk. I was thankful to be away from the fish cleaning. The smell was terrible. On top of the moose dream and my stomach still being weird from spellcasting, I didn’t think I could have kept the bananas and peanut butter down while they worked. Mom pulled her bag up onto their bed and started going through it. “You and I,” she finally said, “are going to meet with Oldemor. I feel like this will be a learning opportunity for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oldemor is a vǫlva, but more importantly, she has the Whispers.”
“What’s that mean? She’s like a special werebear?”
“She isn’t a werebear. Only the men in their family are. Vǫlva are mages, specifically diviners.” She found whatever she was looking for. "I wasn’t sure she would still be alive, but I packed this just in case."From her suitcase she pulled small bundle, wrapped in a fur, tied with fine red cord. “You are going to introduce yourself and give her this as a token of respect.”
I took it and squished it, trying to figure out what it was. Whatever was inside was hard, roughly the size and shape of a tennis ball. The pelt it was wrapped in felt like rabbit fur. “What is this exactly?”
“The tongue of a liar and the hand of a thief.”
I immediately dropped it. “WHAT THE HELL, MOM.”
“I know. I know.” She stooped down and retrieved the bundle. “It’s traditional. The woman is pushing 100 and we are going to give her the treatment she expects.”
“Where do you even get something like that?!” I stared up at her in disgust and horror. “And it was just in you bag? Like touching your underwear and everything?!”
She laughed. “If a couple of mummified body parts are the worst things you handle while you’re learning magic, you are lucky or doing something wrong.” She thrust the package back at me expectantly.
I fished Osbourne’s gloves out of my pockets and put them one before finally taking my tribute back from Mom.