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it.”
Mona drew in a breath. “Okay…”
The hallway vanished and we reappeared inside a bedroom lit by a single torch, fixed high up in one corner. The flames sent shadows dancing around the craggy walls, casting light on the woman who had stolen Bastien from me. Mrs. Mortclaw. Brucella on steroids…
I reached out my hand and found Mona’s. I squeezed it, hoping that she would take the hint. She did. All three of us suddenly became visible, and I was sure that she had also lifted the spell that was muffling our scent.
The she-wolf, who had been reclining on the bed, immediately leapt up. Shock sparked in her gray eyes.
“You!” she growled, her expression nothing short of murderous. She moved to launch at me, but then stopped herself in mid-air, even before hitting the protective shield I assumed Mona had the sense to form around us.
The wolf eyed me like a rare, disgusting specimen. Her shock and anger turned to utter confusion. She breathed in deeply, taking in my scent. Her eyeballs bulged.
“What… What are you?” she croaked.
“Victoria Mortclaw,” I was half-tempted to answer, but that would have been taking things a little too far…
I glanced at Mona, weighing my answer, before replying, “Why do you ask? Isn’t it obvious who I am?”
“You… You are that human girl. But y-you—you’re different than the last time I saw you!” The latter part of her sentence came out as a furious growl.
“How so?” I asked, still trying to maintain a semblance of innocence, though it only seemed to be aggravating her.
“You have done something. You…”
“You feel some… connection to me?” I dared pose.
She gaped at me. That was enough of an answer.
Well, at least that tiny drop of elixir had done something. I had been so afraid that, in addition to it not granting me the ability to detect her location, I would also appear exactly the same to Bastien’s mother as the last time I’d crossed paths with her.
“This is witchcraft!” she hissed, her eyes narrowing on Mona and Brock.
I said nothing, and neither did they. I merely looked casually at her… or as casually as I could manage.
“Well?” I said after a pause. I tried to keep my tone as polite as possible. “Do you still wish to attack me?”
If Mona was right about the elixir, then the notion would go against the wolf’s every inner instinct. It would be like attacking one of her own.
She let out another growl. “What is it you want?” she snapped. “Why have you come here?”
I was relieved when she took a step back, albeit begrudgingly.
“I’ve come here to talk about your son… I’m in love with him. And he is in love with me. He does not wish to marry—”
“But they are already betrothed,” she responded, cutting me off. “Whatever you have done to yourself cannot change that fact.”
I tried to keep my calm. “May I address you by your first name?”
The wolf grunted. “Sendira.”
“Sendira. Do you not care about your son’s happiness? Do you not care about his wishes? Is he just an object for you to command as you will?” I swallowed hard, trying to meet her eyes even as I hoped that her heart was not fully forged of stone as Brucella’s seemed to be. “Trust me when I say I would do anything for your son,” I said quietly. “Anything. I would change into anything, be anything, if it meant that I could stay with him.”
Sendira pursed her lips. Her brows furrowed.
“Hmph.” She paused, and I actually thought that I might have gotten through to her just a teeny tiny bit. She glanced down at her hands before admitting in a more subdued tone, “I do wish for my son to be happy… You will never understand the love I hold for him.”
“Then why do you not listen to him?” I asked. “Why do you not listen to his wishes and instead act only according to your own? Look,” I went on, daring to move a little closer to her. I hated to come across as desperate, but that was exactly what I was
Mona drew in a breath. “Okay…”
The hallway vanished and we reappeared inside a bedroom lit by a single torch, fixed high up in one corner. The flames sent shadows dancing around the craggy walls, casting light on the woman who had stolen Bastien from me. Mrs. Mortclaw. Brucella on steroids…
I reached out my hand and found Mona’s. I squeezed it, hoping that she would take the hint. She did. All three of us suddenly became visible, and I was sure that she had also lifted the spell that was muffling our scent.
The she-wolf, who had been reclining on the bed, immediately leapt up. Shock sparked in her gray eyes.
“You!” she growled, her expression nothing short of murderous. She moved to launch at me, but then stopped herself in mid-air, even before hitting the protective shield I assumed Mona had the sense to form around us.
The wolf eyed me like a rare, disgusting specimen. Her shock and anger turned to utter confusion. She breathed in deeply, taking in my scent. Her eyeballs bulged.
“What… What are you?” she croaked.
“Victoria Mortclaw,” I was half-tempted to answer, but that would have been taking things a little too far…
I glanced at Mona, weighing my answer, before replying, “Why do you ask? Isn’t it obvious who I am?”
“You… You are that human girl. But y-you—you’re different than the last time I saw you!” The latter part of her sentence came out as a furious growl.
“How so?” I asked, still trying to maintain a semblance of innocence, though it only seemed to be aggravating her.
“You have done something. You…”
“You feel some… connection to me?” I dared pose.
She gaped at me. That was enough of an answer.
Well, at least that tiny drop of elixir had done something. I had been so afraid that, in addition to it not granting me the ability to detect her location, I would also appear exactly the same to Bastien’s mother as the last time I’d crossed paths with her.
“This is witchcraft!” she hissed, her eyes narrowing on Mona and Brock.
I said nothing, and neither did they. I merely looked casually at her… or as casually as I could manage.
“Well?” I said after a pause. I tried to keep my tone as polite as possible. “Do you still wish to attack me?”
If Mona was right about the elixir, then the notion would go against the wolf’s every inner instinct. It would be like attacking one of her own.
She let out another growl. “What is it you want?” she snapped. “Why have you come here?”
I was relieved when she took a step back, albeit begrudgingly.
“I’ve come here to talk about your son… I’m in love with him. And he is in love with me. He does not wish to marry—”
“But they are already betrothed,” she responded, cutting me off. “Whatever you have done to yourself cannot change that fact.”
I tried to keep my calm. “May I address you by your first name?”
The wolf grunted. “Sendira.”
“Sendira. Do you not care about your son’s happiness? Do you not care about his wishes? Is he just an object for you to command as you will?” I swallowed hard, trying to meet her eyes even as I hoped that her heart was not fully forged of stone as Brucella’s seemed to be. “Trust me when I say I would do anything for your son,” I said quietly. “Anything. I would change into anything, be anything, if it meant that I could stay with him.”
Sendira pursed her lips. Her brows furrowed.
“Hmph.” She paused, and I actually thought that I might have gotten through to her just a teeny tiny bit. She glanced down at her hands before admitting in a more subdued tone, “I do wish for my son to be happy… You will never understand the love I hold for him.”
“Then why do you not listen to him?” I asked. “Why do you not listen to his wishes and instead act only according to your own? Look,” I went on, daring to move a little closer to her. I hated to come across as desperate, but that was exactly what I was
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