Ice Moon
get this shit storm cleared up, I’m all ears.”
    Tank snorted, sneezed, and lay down on the bench seat, plopping his head on my leg. I rested my hand on his back, eyes glued to the winding two-lane highway. “Yeah, I don’t have a goddamn clue either.”

    J ason was on his way over, Tank was munching his dinner, and I sat at the computer rereading the information I printed out about Pyrokinesis. The psychic ability to speed up the natural vibrations of atoms until they combusted. Back in medical school, I might’ve laughed off the notion, but I had the t-shirt to prove my mate had a dangerous gift.
    I found plenty of websites with tips for building your abilities, but nothing concrete about ways to control it. In fact, I didn’t find many mentions where someone actually burned a person by touching them.
    That would be too easy.
    I groaned and leaned back in my chair. On a whim, I pulled out my cell phone and pressed Taryn’s name. Straight to voicemail.
    The woman was as stubborn as she was beautiful.
    Jason drove up outside. I met him at the door, surprised to find Kilani with him. “Thanks for coming over.”
    We clasped forearms in the traditional Pack greeting before Jason yanked me into a tight hug. “We both wanted to tell you first.”
    I frowned. “Tell me what?”
    Kilani smiled. “You’re going to be an uncle.”
    My jaw dropped and for a brief moment, a ray of light broke through the tempest of my worries for Taryn and Charlie.
    I embraced Kilani. Gently. “Congratulations.”
    She laughed as she stepped back. “I’m still me. No porcelain dolls here.”
    I chuckled. “When are you due?”
    Jason grinned as he took her hand. “I’ll know more when I can get a clear sonogram, but probably early January.”
    “Have you told Mom and Dad yet?”
    Jason shook his head. “We will in a couple weeks, once we’re sure there aren’t going to be any problems, but we had to tell someone.”
    “I’m honored to be that someone.” I gripped his shoulder. “Those are going to be some lucky little guys to have you for parents.”
    Jason looked happier than I’d ever seen him, and Kilani already had that glow from the inside out. I crossed my arms wishing I had good news to share.
    “Taryn’s definitely a strong psychic.”
    Jason sobered, back to business. “I was right about psychic human women being able to conceive with a shifter without being converted first.”
    I nodded. “Looks like it.” They sat on the couch across from me. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my forearms on my thighs, trying to figure out where to start. “She can burn things with her mind. Pyrokinesis.”
    Kilani frowned. “There was a Taryn at Brightwood who had a gift for Pyrokinesis. She was a year ahead of me in school until she dropped out.”
    “It’s got to be her.” My pulse jumped. “It can’t be a coincidence. Why did she drop out?”
    “We never heard officially, but it came down the grapevine that she had an older boyfriend and she got pregnant.”
    Jason moved forward to the edge of the sofa. “Her werewolf son.”
    “Yeah, but wait it gets even better.”
    “Seriously?” My brother raised a brow.
    “Yeah.” I got up, and grabbed my singed t-shirt from the back of the chair and tossed it to him.
    Jason unfolded it and frowned. “Looks like…handprints?”
    “She’s my mate.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I kissed her even though she warned me she didn’t want to hurt me.”
    “And she did this to your shirt?”
    “Yeah.” Tank wandered over to sit at my side. “Not on purpose. That’s the thing. I think she can’t control it.”
    Kilani sighed. “If it’s the same girl, she used to be able to control her powers. In fact, I think when she got older, they were trying to help her enhance it, but she wouldn’t or couldn’t. That’s when she started sneaking out at night. We figured it was because of her boyfriend.”
    “Enhance it?” I gripped the back of my chair so tight

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