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“What the hell?” I mutter, turning the necklace over. There’s some dried blood on the chain, and it’s broken.
The blood, I’m sure, is mine.
Selene pads over, her ears perke h. This is…
“My necklace. Yeah. How the fuck did it end up in my suitcase? And even that was packed all the way in Westwood territory, yet I lost this during the figh
Her nose flares as she sniffs at it. It’s a message.
“A message? From who?”
That cagey feeling again, as Selene avoids a direct answer. One who can teach you.
“Selene– we’re not doing this cryptic bullshit again. Who is this a message from, and how? In fact, how did it ever show up in my apartment the first time?”
Her huff irritates me like nothing else, and I snap, “Selene, this isn’t funny. I’m sick of the secrets. You’re always waiting until too late to tell me things, an
It isn’t always a choice to hide things from you, she mutters. I’m bound by too many things.
“I swear to the Moon Goddess, if this is one of those things you said about the natural order of the world…” My threatening tone has nothing behind it, bu
No. This is a vow given to the Moon Goddess, in exchange for your
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security. In fact, you can consider the Moon Goddess the messenger in this instance. Her scent is all over that necklace.
I drop the necklace as though it’s on fire. “What do you mean, her
scent?”
The thought of touching something with a divine scent on it is abhorrent. Like I’m defiling a precious artifact.
I look around for a tissue.
Selene snorts. Her presence won’t be erased by your touch. You can hold it. You can even put it in your mouth.
Disgusting. Why would I do something like that?
I’m just saying you could. She noses at it on the ground. The magic within is gone. Depleted. Holding it won’t do anything. You can keep it or get rid of it.
“Why would it return to me? How did it return to me?” Maybe it’s less about defiling the divine after all, and more that it feels kind of gross to touch something that’s been magicked into my suitcase.
I don’t know enough about those talents to say, but you can always ask your teacher when she arrives.
My teacher. Right. “What do you mean, a teacher?”
The growl that comes out of Selene isn’t aggressive, but more of a wolfish grumble as she snaps at the air. I told you a long time ago, I have my ways.
Did she?
Now that she mentions it, there’s a vague memory of a
conversation like that.
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Honestly, I’d placed all my hopes on Sister Miriam, and now I feel terrible for forgetting my own wolf was supposed to find a teacher. But then again, how
I can talk to anyone I wish to. I’ve been speaking with Jericho’s wolf. And Vanessa’s.
“What about Lucas‘ wolf?”
No.
Her answer is too terse, ringing warning bells in my head. “Do you have a problem with him? Did you know him in your last life?”
Her silence tells me I’m on the right path, but I reel in my curiosity for more important matters. “When will my teacher be here?”
I don’t know. Probably soon. You should prepare yourself.
Her ominous words have my stomach sinking to my toes. “Why?
What now?”
Not everything is as it seems, and you might be upset with us, even when you understand why it had to be this way.
Serene’s still terse, but I can feel misery coming off her in waves. She won’t even meet my eyes, even when I walk around her to force it. She just moves
“Selene…”
I can’t talk about it until she’s made herself known.
Her words are firm, even as she slinks off the bed to crawl beneath
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Don’t be angry with me.
Her soft mental whisper brings frustrated tears to my eyes,
“Selene, I won’t be angry with you. Just come out here and talk to
me.”
I’m on my hands and knees, trying to coax her out from beneath the bed, when the guard knocks again and pecks his head in. “Ma’am, it’s been twenty
“Oka–ouch.”
The back of my head slams agains
e frame when I try to get up
too fast, and I curse as the pain flares, strong enough to make my belly roll. “Fuck. Shit. God damn it.”
I’m sorry.
“It’s not your fault. Fuck.” Rubbing the back of my head, I scowl in the direction of the guard, even though it isn’t his fault, either.
“Come in.”
“Do you need more time…?”
It’s the first time a human expression has really crossed Marcus‘ face since he’s been here. There’s a faint quirk at the corner of his. lips, and his brows a
“It’s fine,” I snap, and I swear a snort comes out of him.
But he closes the door behind him and takes up his position by the window once again, otherwise unfazed by the sight of me trying to coax my wolf/husky out from beneath the bed.
“Selene, I’m going to let you sulk, but I hope you’re over it by the
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time Vanessa gets here. We have a lot to do.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
I’ll do what I have to.
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That isn’t much of a promise, but I take it anyway, leaving her beneath the bed to mope with a sigh. I guess this is how everyone else felt when I was bem
It’s frustrating.
And embarrassing to look back on.
Trying to shake off those thoughts, I snatch the necklace off the floor and toss it into a drawer, slamming it shut with finality, even as I wonder…
Who the hell is this supposed teacher of mine?
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