take his blood as my mother slipped off her shoes and walked into the bathroom. Upon seeing Gavin limp in the bathtub, shallow breathing, her hand went to her mouth. Her motherly instinct had kicked in and she crossed the room quickly, shoving Jax and Saben aside. She rolled up her pants and stepped into the large bathtub, leaning over Gavin to smell him. Her mouth hung open in shock and as she reached down to grab his hand and smell him again, she was sucked into a vision. I had seen my mother have visions hundreds of times; far off look in her eye, rigid body stance, but never had I seen such horror cross her features. Whatever vision she was having, was not good. I swooped in to catch her as she slowly sat on the edge of the tub, coming out of the vision and looking at me, tears in her eyes.
The entire group crowded at the bathroom door as my mother touched my face. “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”
Fear clenched my gut at my mother’s words. What did she see? “What is it?!”
My mom looked lovingly at Gavin. “He is your mate, but he’s a shaman and he’s dying.”
My wolf went apeshit at her words, bones cracked as she tried to force the shift and protect him. I had to push her down hard to remain human.
Gretchen nodded. “I thought so.”
“Shaman?” Jax and I said in unison. My skin burned from fighting the shift, but I was more help as a human. My wolf just didn’t seem to agree right now. The shamans were shrouded in mystery. A long time ago they had cursed the werewolves with infertility because we were overpopulating the earth and not sharing our resources. They thought it would protect Mother Earth, and it did, but it ended up also letting the vampires rise to power and our race began dying off … until my mother came along. Now it was easier to find our mates and have children and the shamans blessed our mating ceremonies with giving us fertility again. Other than that, we knew nothing of their kind, their powers, or their purpose. My mom had a close relationship with Nahuel, her shaman friend and some type of spiritual guide, but I had never talked to him. Only seen him a few times through my bedroom window on the rare occasions she called for his help. She said he could do crazy shit like stop time and shape shift, but she barely saw him since the vampire war. She said it’s because he was needed elsewhere.
“If he’s a shaman, how can he be my mate? Is he also a wolf and why is he dying?” I pleaded. So many questions were swirling in my head. My mother’s mouth opened and closed, like she was unsure of what to say.
Suddenly, Gavin began to convulse and Gretchen pushed past me and jumped into the tub as my mom stepped out to give her room. Oh God. Gretchen took the spell paste that Saben had made and rubbed it on Gavin’s chest and on his eyelids. She was trying to move around his thrashing.
“This ill that befalls you will have a pause. Until the next full moon you shall have no claws.” Gretchen placed both hands on his chest and his shaking stopped. White mist, magic poured from her hands and cocooned Gavin inside. My mother and I shared a look. No one could actually see the magic except us. Seers.
“What happens next full moon?” My voice was deadpan, my body rigid as my heart hammered in my chest and I resisted that fight or flight instinct rising up inside of me. The full moon didn’t affect our change like it did in movies, but we did seem to have some inner knowing of when the full moons were and we were more sensitive and emotional during that time. I knew instinctively that the next full moon was only four days away.
My mother slipped her hand into mine as if she knew what Gretchen would say.
Gretchen was our coven leader and the most powerful healer in the Pacific Northwest. I trusted her opinion.
“He will die.”
Gretchen’s words bounced off the bathroom tiles and slammed into me as a huge howl ripped from my throat and my wolf forced the change. In shock, my
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