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Hey, hey, love, it’s okay. Nothing a quick shift won’t heal. It’s okay.
I felt your pain. I HURT you! Her misery swamped me.
You saved me. You brought me back. No apology necessary. The pain from my ankle was distracting us both, and Esme’s feelings of guilt were overwhelming, so I hastily stripped and let the shift roll over us. In moments the pain started to fade as the shift kick-started our healing.
On four, we padded over to Roan and nuzzled him firmly. He opened his golden eyes.
Hey, I greeted him. Are you back with us?
I am, Roan agreed. Where was I?
I contemplated his question carefully before responding, The future, I think. The question was: how the hell had he got there?
I do not want to go back there, he said unhappily.
We may not have a choice. The battle had happened when it was hot – in summer – and it had taken place on the mansion grounds. But the really important thing was that in the future Roan had used air magic. Somehow, between now and then, we’d worked out how to unlock the wolves’ lost power.
It was April now, so it looked like I had a couple of months to work out how to perform a miracle.
Nothing like a tall order.
Chapter 18
Roan willingly relinquished his hold on Ben, and my brother’s brown eyes met mine. The shift rolled over them, and in a moment he was human again.
‘Lucy?’ he said, searching my eyes. ‘What the fuck?’
I grimaced: that was a very loaded question. ‘You got attacked by a werewolf,’ I explained. ‘You were dying. To save you, I helped you shift into a werewolf.’
‘How?’
‘I’m a werewolf as well,’ I admitted.
Ben looked away as he took it all in and his gaze fell on Jacob and Maxwell. His mouth dropped open.
‘They’re friends,’ I said hastily. ‘Jacob is a dark seraph and Maxwell is my birth cousin – he’s a fire elemental.’
Ben looked back at me. ‘This is a dream,’ he muttered. ‘I’m probably in hospital, hooked up to a hundred machines like you were. God, poor Mum and Dad.’
I reached out and pinched him, hard. ‘Ow!’ he exclaimed, rubbing his arm.
‘You’re not dreaming.’
He stared at me. ‘If I’m not dreaming and Maxwell is your blood relative, then why don’t you have flames on your head like he does?’
I sighed. ‘My vampyr great-great-grandfather had my magic extinguished. He hid me in a non-magical place called the Common realm. He hoped it would keep me safe from the people who had murdered my parents.’
Ben’s mouth dropped open. ‘They were murdered?’
‘Yes.’
‘By whom?’
‘There was a prophecy when I was born that said I was going to be Queen of the werewolves. A werewolf family, the Frosts, decided to take matters into their own hands.’
‘Jesus, that is so fucked up. You’re really serious?’ He searched my face.
‘Really.’
