The good thing about Lisa's apartnt is that it's soundproof.
That ans, with Kellan gone, we can talk to our heart's content.
Which is exactly what we do, as I fill Lisa in on what I experienced while I was unconscious. Lisa looks confused.
"I know I'm a human, but that doesn't sound like your wolf is erging. It sounds unrelated to wolves entirely."
Precisely, Selene says, her tone approving. She likes Lisa.
"Selene agrees," I translate for Lisa.
It is an awakening, but not of your wolf. She snorts and gives a quick shake of her head. I'm already awake.
I laugh, and Lisa looks at with a questioning stare.
So, of course, I tell her.
It's unfortunate she can't hear Selene.
"She's funny," Lisa remarks, petting Selene's ears. Despite knowing the dog in front of her is a wolf on the inside, she hasn't stopped treating Selene as a lovable husky.
"So, an awakening of what, exactly?"
Your powers, she says, her words terse. The necklace will do no good for you now. The ring, too. You've grown too powerful. It's ti to train before you get yourself killed.
Oh.
That doesn't sound good.
It does not, she confirms grimly. Unfortunately, I don't know where we can go for tutelage.
"Okay, so I have to learn on my own then."
That carries great risk.
The grimace that twists my face has Lisa's eyes bouncing between and Selene, but she sits patiently, waiting for the summary.
"Isn't it risky for to just do nothing? I was in a coma for three weeks. Isn't that bad enough?"
Selene groans, her ears flicking. Even so…
"How hard can it be?"
Hard, she informs . Do you even know how to access your power?
Co to think of it—no.
Do you know what it does?
Also no.
Do you know its limitations?
Nope to that, too.
Slumping against the couch, I stare at the ceiling. "This is pointless. What am I going to do?"
"About what?" Lisa finally asks, nearly bursting with curiosity.
After a quick explanation, she squints her eyes at with a doubtful stare. "What about Sister Miriam?"
Selene perks up. Who is Sister Miriam? Is she a vampire?
"Vampire?!" I stare at Selene in shock. "Why would you think she's a vampire?"
Vampires usually na themselves as if they're part of a church. Brother, Sister, Father, Mother.
That's just bizarre.
Rubbing my eyebrow, I think back to Sister Miriam. Of the way my mother reacted to her presence. Of her bizarre behavior and unsettling gaze.
"Yeah, she might be a vampire." She's definitely sothing, anyway.
Selene cocks her head. It is possible she may know sothing. But it is also possible she will try to kill you.
"She seed pretty interested in when we t."
That is good. Vampires like interesting things. They eat boring things.
That's a thought I never wanted to have in my head.
"Vampire?" Lisa questions after I fill her in again. "How would a vampire know anything about a shifter like you?"
They are very long-lived, and share their knowledge in their community. Despite popular opinion, they are not evil or terrifying. Just finicky.
Selene's definition of finicky seems to be a little off. "You just said she might try to kill , and that vampires eat boring things."
Yes.
"That doesn't sound like finicky is a great way to describe them."
She tilts her head again. No, it is proper.
Okay, then.
"Okay, so Sister Miriam might know sothing—but how the hell am I supposed to see her?"
Lisa sighs. "With these overprotective wolves, there's no way."
The three of us fall into silence, our one idea already dashed. Lisa stares out the window. Selene rests her head in my lap as I rub her ears.
No matter how I think it through, I can only think of one solution.
"Either I die from my power manifesting without my permission, or I try to figure it out on my own. I don't have any other option."
Selene huffs, her ntal grumbling vibrating in my ears. Lisa looks doubtful, but all she says is, "How?"
Tugging at Selene's soft husky ear, I try to think of how I'd accessed it the night of my escape.
Nothing cos to mind.
I was running. Then, I was running faster. It ca to ; I never called it.
"Let's just shelve the topic for now," I mutter, disappointnt heavy and suffocating in my chest. It's like there's sothing squeezing my lungs, constricting my ability to breathe.
Selene lets out a soft chuff of agreent.
Turning my gaze onto her, I study her dog form intently. "Selene, will I ever be able to shift?"
It is possible, she says in that vague way of hers. But we are not bonded in the normal way.
"Okay. How would we do it, then?"
I do not know.
Helpful. "Why am I healing so much faster than I was before? I've never had shifter-level healing."
Your powers strengthen you. It may mimic a shifter's rate of healing, but yours cos from the world around you, not from your soul.
Here we go again, with the cryptic words. Frustrated, I pass them on to Lisa, who tilts her head. "So you're like a druid or sothing?"
Trust her to find so weird reference. "Druid?"
"Or like a shaman? I'm not sure. Those people who are all connected with the world and the animals, or sothing. Oh, there are also Fae… Maybe it's elental magic. Selene, is elental magic a thing? Fire, water, air, earth?
Like all those weird ani shows people watch these days."
Elental magic.
Lisa's words echo in my head, stirring a whirlwind of mories I'd rather forget. Flashes of my own death assault , vivid and relentless. The searing agony of being consud by flas, the crushing pressure of water filling my lungs, the suffocating weight of earth entombing , and the terrifying sensation of air being ripped from my body.
I shudder, my breath catching in my throat. It's as if I'm reliving each horrifying mont, the pain and fear as real as the first ti.
Yes, Selene confirms, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. Magicians have always been drawn to the elents. It's a fundantal aspect of their craft.
"So, I'm a full-fledged magician now?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. The idea seems absurd, like sothing out of a fantasy novel.
Not quite, Selene replies, her tone pensive. Your connection to the elents is different, more intrinsic. It's as if they're a part of you, woven into the very fabric of your being.
I frown, trying to wrap my head around this new revelation. "What does that even an?"
It ans that you have a profound bond with the world around you, Selene explains patiently. The elents respond to you in a way they don't to others. It's a rare and powerful gift.
"Great," I mutter, sarcasm dripping from my words. "Another thing to make stand out."
Lisa reaches over and squeezes my hand, offering a sympathetic smile as she listens to yet another recap. This must be getting old for her (it is for ), and yet she never once complains. "Hey, it's not all bad. Maybe this is the key to figuring out who you really are."
Reviews
All reviews (0)