Chapter 95-2
“No. Does it matter? I’m told that the power isn’t genetic.”
“Who told you that?”
“The Crone.”
Clam
London slid the file toward me. “Perhaps you should not take her words at face value. The coven
always has an agenda.”
My gaze flew to his. “You’re suggesting that my mother was a witch.”
“It is rare but not unheard of for a wolf to mate with a witch,” London said softly. “You can read it for yourself, but the null my grandfather knew told him that it wasn’t passed down through every
generation or even every other generation, but that it was a bloodline. I think that your mother
being a witch is the simplest explanation for your power. What do you know of her?”
“Nothing.” I stared at the folder. “Ragor never talked about her, and when I asked, he told me she was just some bitch he shacked up with and that she died.”
“And yet your murderous father thought it was in his best interest to keep his daughter? I suppose that’s possible. Who knew what that man was thinking?”
Except that my father rarely did anything without thought. He stayed alive for as long as he did by
being cunning.
Slowly, I reached out and took the folder. Did I want to know what was in it? “Thank you. I’ve been harboring my secret for so long, it feels strange that everyone knows about it now.”
“Witches and wolves have never had as intricate of a relationship until now,” London mused. ” Perhaps you were safer when you were a secret.”
“As if I’ve ever been safe,” I murmured and stood. “Thank you again for your hospitality.”
He inclined his head just a little, and I slowly walked out of the office, clutching my folder. It didn’t
surprise me to find someone waiting in the hall for me.
“Finn!” Grinning, I gave him a hug. “It’s good to see you back on your feet and not breaking out of a
window.”
“One window,” he protested. “My wolf jumps out of one window, and I’m never going to live it down,
am I?”
He looked good. Far more relaxed than he did on the ship, but then, none of us looked our best on water. “I heard Amelia had to go and save you.”
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“Track me,” he corrected as we fell into step next to each other. “Amelia had to track me. I hardly needed saving. I just needed to run a little and find my way back.”
I hid my smile. One of these days, they were going to have to admit that they were mates. It was obvious to everyone, but the mating bond hadn’t snapped into place. I hadn’t smelled it on them,
so what exactly was happening? Troy bonded with me immediately and all he wanted to do was
kill me. It wasn’t like the humans had a choice.
So, what was holding their wolves back?
Then again, maybe we had it backwards. Maybe it was the human halves who were fated to be
together, not their wolves. That would suck.
It was still hard to believe in any kind of romance.
“What did London give you?”
“Information,” I muttered as I glanced at the folder again. “And I’m not sure if I want it.”
“That’s vague and not at all cryptic. Troy says I’m to see if you need food. If you don’t, then I’m to let you do whatever you want, within reason. It’s up to me whether what you want to do is within
reason.” He gave me a handsome grin. “I’m feeling pretty good right now, so this is the time to get your unreasonable requests in.”
“I hear there are paddle boats on the lake.”
“Fuck you. You’re going to your room,” he grumbled.
Laughing, I stepped outside and took a deep breath. “Troy has been shoving food into me all day, so I’m definitely not hungry. I’m up for just walking around and exploring the area.”
“In case you want to stay?”
I nearly tripped over my own two feet. “What?”
“I heard you were thinking of leaving. If you were normal, I’d say that no other alpha will take you, but you’re not normal. I expect as a null, London, Claudine, and Elonso would fight to the death to be able to claim you in their pack, even if you’re Troy’s mate. In my time as a messenger, I’ve never had any issues here. It’s a nice quiet place if you want to settle.”
I hadn’t even considered being part of another pack. I just figured I’d settle in rogue territory, under an assumed name, and live out a quiet and hidden existence. “There are wolves here who hate me. That’s why I have a bodyguard, remember?”
“So it’s settled. You’ll come home and quit planning on running away,” he said, clapping cheerfully.” Most of Wolfspire is in love with you now and are tripping over themselves to make up for the way
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they’ve treated you. And those who aren’t, well, you’re used to it, aren’t you?”
“If only it were that easy.” It was one thing to be trapped in a place that I didn’t want to be in. I’d
experienced that plenty.
Even to be trapped in a place where no one wanted me, I could handle that.
But to stay at Wolfspire when Troy wanted me gone?
I wasn’t sure I could do that now. I’d never believed in romance or love before, and yet I was going
to suffer my first heartbreak. What are the odds?
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