Chapter 43.-1
Nyx
Claim
“There is still blood in your hair.”
Irene sounded almost impressed as I reached up to where she was indicating. Sure enough, there was a dried speck of blood on me. It wasn’t from the fight with the group of rogue wolves last night. I’d showered. But when I’d stepped out of the shower and Rhyson walked in covered in blood…
It was definitely the dirtiest sex I’d ever had.
Blushing at the thought, I quickly raked my hair back into a hairband. “Red hair. Hard to see all the blood sometimes.”
Smirking, Irene pointed to the circle she’d outlined with chalk. “Sit here.”
“Why?”
“There is really old magic in this den, and it has a mind of its own. It likes things nice and tidy, so we have to perform our spells in a chalk circle. If we don’t, and the old magic doesn’t like what we’re doing, your bonds won’t be the only thing amputated.”
Too late to turn back now, right? I quickly stepped into the circle. “You already have something to try?”
“No. I want to run a few tests on you while Janelle is doing research.”
“What kind of tests?” I asked nervously.
“I’m looking for the residual magic from when the first spells were laid on you. Magic often has a signature. Obviously I don’t know every witch, but one powerful enough to do this should be
recognizable.”
“Even if they were off the mountain?”
Irene looked troubled. “That will definitely be a problem. Let’s see what we can do. None of this will be painful. You can lay down and take a nap if you like.”
As if. Chances were that Rhyson and the others wouldn’t even be back tonight, and that meant it would be the first night I’d spent away from Rhyson since we got here.
It had only been a couple of weeks, but I hated the idea of sleeping alone. Fucking ridiculous. He wasn’t mine. He would never be mine. I needed to get used to sleeping without him.
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Chapter 43-1
Clam
But I lay down in the circle and closed my eyes. Irene started humming something soothing, and my skin tingled. “Where’s your wolf?” Irene asked in a soft voice. The music continued, so it wasn’t
her humming. I frowned, but I didn’t feel compelled to open my eyes.
“I don’t know. I can’t feel her. I can usually only feel her when she’s close to the surface.”
“Can you invite her out?”
“I can. It takes a while.”
“Not to shift. Just to the surface.”
I’d never done that before. The only time I tried to communicate with my wolf was to shift, or to
pull control from her.
“I don’t think she’ll hear me. Or understand,” I whispered as a wave of grief swept through me. How
strange. I’d never been able to communicate with her, and now the mere thought of a continued
future like this made me want to cry.
Must be the baby starting to make me hormonal.
“That’s all right. Pretend you’re calling her for a shift. That’s instinctive for a wolf and doesn’t require a bond, but I want to see if I can spot the line of communication.”
That sounded really technical. Like she was following a telephone wire.
Hello, I thought softly to my wolf. I know you can’t hear me, but I am trying to help us. Are you sleeping? Can you come to me? Not to shift, but just to visit?
Nothing happened, and I swallowed. “Sorry, I don’t think it’s working.”
“It’s all right. I’ve sent a tracking spell inside of you, and I’m trying to find where you and your wolf connect without a bond. Keep talking to her.”
It’s not your fault that we’re like this. It’s not my fault either. You deserved to find your mate. To find someone who would fight next to you and protect you and love you. Maybe one day we can make that happen. Or maybe we can just stay here. It’s nice here. No more violent than at home, am I right?
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