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The good thing about Lisa’s apartment is that it’s soundproof.
That means, with Ken 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 wolf is emerging. It sounds unrted to wolves entirely.”
your
<i>Precisely</i><i>, </i>Selene says, her tone approving. She likes
Lisa.
“Selene agrees,” I trante for Lisa.
<i>It </i>is an <i>awakening</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>not </i><i>of </i><i>your </i><i>wolf</i><i>. </i>She snorts and gives a quick shake of her head. <i>I’m </i>already awake<i>.</i>
Iugh, and Lisa looks at me with a questioning stare.
So, of course, I tell her.
It’s unfortunate she can’t hear Selene.
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“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 <i>ne </i><i>will </i><i>do </i><i>no </i><i>good </i><i>for </i><i>you </i><i>now</i>. The <i>ring</i><i>, </i><i>too</i><i>. </i>You’ve grown <i>too </i>powerful. It’s time to <i>train before </i><i>you </i><i>get </i><i>yourself </i>killed<i>.</i>
Oh.
That doesn’t sound good.
<i>It </i><i>does </i><i>not</i><i>, </i>she confirms grimly. Unfortunately<i>, </i><i>I </i>don’t <i>know </i>where <i>we </i>can <i>go </i>for tutge.
“Okay, so I have to learn on my own then.”
That carries <i>great </i><i>risk</i><i>.</i>
The grimace that twists my face has Lisa’s eyes bouncing between me and Selene, but she sits
patiently, waiting for the summary.
“Isn’t it risky for me to just do nothing? I was in aa for three <i>weeks</i>. Isn’t that bad enough?”
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Selene groans, her ears flicking. Even so<i>…</i>
“How hard can it be?”
Hard<i>, </i>she informs me. <i>Do </i><i>you </i>even <i>know </i><i>how </i><i>to</i>
<i>ess </i><i>your </i>power<i>?</i>
Come to think of it–no.
<i>Do </i><i>you </i><i>know </i><i>what </i><i>it </i><i>does</i><i>?</i>
Also no.
<i>Do </i><i>you </i><i>know </i><i>its </i>limitations<i>?</i>
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 exnation, she squints her eyes at me with a doubtful stare. “What about Sister Miriam?”
Selene perks up. Who <i>is </i><i>Sister </i><i>Miriam</i><i>? </i>Is <i>she </i><i>a </i>vampire?
“Vampire?!” I stare at Selene in shock. “Why would you think she’s a vampire?”
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<i>Vampires </i>usually <i>name </i>themselves as <i>if </i><i>they’re </i>part of <i>a </i><i>church</i><i>. </i>Brother<i>, </i><i>Sister</i>, <i>Father</i><i>, </i><i>Mother</i>.
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 <i>something</i>, anyway.
Selene cocks her head. <i>It </i>is possible she <i>may </i><i>know </i><i>something</i>. <i>But </i><i>it </i>is also possible <i>she </i><i>will </i>try <i>to </i><i>kill </i><i>you</i>.
“She seemed pretty interested in me when we met.”
<i>That </i>is <i>good</i><i>. </i>Vampires <i>like </i><i>interesting </i>things. <i>They </i>eat <i>boring </i><i>things</i><i>.</i>
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?”
<i>They </i><i>are </i><i>very </i>long<i>–</i><i>lived</i>, and share their knowledge <i>in </i>their <imunity</i>. <i>Despite </i>popr opinion, <i>they </i>are <i>not </i><i>evil </i>or <i>terrifying</i>. Just <i>finicky</i><i>.</i>
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Selene’s definition of <i>finicky </i>seems to be a little off. “You just said she might try to kill me, and that vampires eat boring things.”
<i>Yes</i>.
In
“That doesn’t sound like <i>finicky </i>is a great way to
describe them.”
She tilts her head again. <i>No</i><i>, </i><i>it </i>is <i>proper</i>
Okay, then.
“Okay, so Sister Miriam might know something–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 myp 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 <b>my </b>permission, or I try to figure <b>it </b>out on my own. I don’t have any other option.”
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Selene huffs, her mental 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 essed it the night of my escape.
Nothinges to mind.
I was running. Then, I was running faster. It came to me; I never called it.
“Let’s just shelve the topic for now,” I mutter, disappointment heavy and suffocating in my chest. It’s like there’s something squeezing my lungs,
constricting my ability to breathe.
Selene lets out a soft chuff of agreement.
Turning my gaze onto her, I study her dog form intently. “Selene, will I ever be able to shift?”
<i>It </i>is possible<i>, </i>she says in that vague way of hers. But
<i>we </i>are <i>not </i>bonded <i>in </i><i>the </i>normal <i>way</i><i>.</i>
“Okay. How would we do it, then?”
<i>I </i>do <i>not </i><i>know</i><i>.</i>
Helpful. “Why am I healing so much faster than I was before? I’ve never had shifter–level healing.”
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Your powers strengthen <i>you</i>. It may <i>mimic </i>a shifter’s <i>rate </i><i>of </i><i>healing</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>yours </ies <i>from </i><i>the </i>world <i>around </i>you, <i>not </i><i>from </i><i>your </i><i>soul</i><i>.</i>
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 something?”
Trust her to find some weird reference. “Druid?”
“Or like a shaman? I’m not sure. Those people who are all connected with the world and the animals, or something. Oh, there are also Fae… Maybe it’s
elemental magic. Selene, is elemental magic a thing? Fire, water, air, earth? Like all those weird anime shows people watch these days.”
Elemental <i>magic.</i>
Lisa’s words echo in my head, stirring a whirlwind of memories I’d rather forget. shes of my own death assault me, vivid and relentless. The searing agony of being consumed by mes, the crushing pressure of water filling my lungs, the suffocating weight of earth entombing me, and the terrifying sensation of air being ripped from my body.
I shudder, my breath catching in my throat. It’s as if
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I’m reliving each horrifying moment, the pain and fear as real as the first time.
Yes, Selene confirms, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. <i>Magicians </i>have <i>always </i><i>been </i>drawn <i>to </i>the <i>elements</i>. It’s a fundamental <i>aspect </i><i>of </i><i>their </i><i>craft</i><i>.</i>
“So, I’m a full–fledged magician now?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly. The idea seems absurd, like something out of a fantasy novel,
<i>Not </i><i>quite</i><i>, </i>Selene replies, her tone pensive. Your connection to <i>the </i>elements <i>is </i>different, more <i>intrinsic</i><i>.</i>
<i>It’s </i>as <i>if </i><i>they’re </i>a part <i>of </i><i>you</i><i>, </i>woven into the very fabric of <i>your </i><i>being</i><i>.</i>
I frown, trying to wrap my head around this new revtion. “What does that even mean?”
It means that <i>you </i><i>have </i>a profound bond with <i>the </i>world around <i>you</i><i>, </i>Selene exins patiently. The elements respond <i>to </i>you in a way they <i>don’t </i><i>to </i>others. <i>It’s </i>a <i>rare </i>and powerful <i>gift</i><i>.</i>
“Great,” I mutter, sarcasm dripping from my words. “Another thing to make me stand out.”
Lisa reaches oyer and squeezes my hand, offering a sympathetic smile as she listens to vet another recan.
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This must be getting old for her (it is for me), and yet she never onceins. “Hey, it’s not all bad. Maybe this is the key to figuring out who you really are.”