But his apology fell on deaf ears. “Answer my questions. What else does it mean?”
He looked at me with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I took another step back, fear and apprehension slamming through me. “Why? Why are you so sorry? What else does this bond do?”
The light from the moon streaked across the floor when I stepped into it. That tug pulled on me again, snagging my attention to it.
My breath sucked in. The moon. Its pull. My breathing sped up when I thought about the other new traits I’d been noticing in myself. Heightened senses. Increased strength too.
Were those traits not related to my new awakening power, but instead tied to the hunter’s blood?
A flash of something Cameron had said that day at the training center collided with my thoughts. He’d sniffed and then uttered, “What are you? Not a normal witch from the smell of it. Are you like him? An abomination?”
Perhaps I was.
Tears of anger, pain, and betrayal pricked my eyes.
The hunter took a step toward me, but I took a much larger one back.
Kaillen glanced toward the window, toward the glowing orb in the sky. His expression turned pleading again. “I don’t entirely know what else my blood could do to you, but I’ve—” His throat bobbed in a swallow. “I’ve been scenting a change in you lately. It’s possible—” His lips pressed into a tight line.
My gaze drifted to the moon again, to that beautiful heavenly body that called to me. The tears grew in my eyes as a growing sense of dread filled me. “What have you turned me into?”
A look of absolute devastation rippled across his features. “I think you might be a werewolf now.” Another bobbed swallow. “And I think you might shift, but we won’t know for sure until your first full moon tomorrow night.”
A strangled sob of disbelief tore from me.
My chest caved in.
My lungs shattered.
I stumbled back, my knees meeting the bed’s edge before I collapsed and sank onto the mattress. “I’m a werewolf now?” I began shaking my head back and forth, the movement becoming faster and faster and faster until it felt as though my head would spin off.
He made a move to reach for me, to touch me, but I scrambled back.
“But female werewolves can’t shift. They’ve never been able to. They only carry the gene.”
“But you’re not a born werewolf,” he said softly. “You’re a made werewolf. Men who are made can shift into wolves.”
“But that’s never been possible for females! You can’t make a female werewolf!”
His expression turned so forlorn, so broken, as though sensing that the rage flowing through my veins precipitated the end of whatever had started between us. The end before the beginning. Because the blinding fury that I felt at having been transformed into something other than what I’d been born was consuming me, eating me away bit by bit, as if my soul were being devoured in its intensity.
The hunter’s throat bobbed again. Guilt flooded his eyes, but that fire was still there, still rolling within his irises. It was enough fire to consume us both.
“I’m sorry, Tala, but I can’t change what I did, and when the full moon hits tomorrow, I think you’re going to become the first female werewolf that has ever shifted, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”
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I’m going to kill my hunter. He’s turned me into something that shouldn’t be magically possible, so now I have this to deal with on top of everything else.
Well . . . I might as well make lemonade out of these freakin’ lemons. Yep, that’s right Mr. Broody Hunter, I’m going to take these newborn powers you thrust upon me and stop sitting on the sidelines. I’m done taking orders from others and you, and I’m done waiting for the Supernatural Forces to fix my problems.
I’m going to solve the mystery that’s been weaving itself around me for far too long, especially when it becomes crystal clear that the key my nemesis has been seeking has been buried inside me all along.
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She heals others with one touch. He’ll protect her with his life.
She’s a low magic witch who needs to pass basic training. He’s her werewolf commander forbidden from claiming her . . . until fate intervenes.