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life. Being a science project wasn’t on any of their agendas.
“Then this meeting is adjourned.”
They all began filing out of the room. Dji followed Ive.
“Dinner isn’t for a while, I don’t think. We could go for a walk around the grounds.”
“I think I’d like to think for a bit. Maybe you could talk to your friend—Vivian.”
He thought that was the name of the princess of her tribe. They’d spoken of her a little when they’d woken up.
Ive’s eyes watered and her forehead crinkled. He’d hurt her. He hadn’t meant to, but it was time to decide if he should stay or not. It might be better for him to go off on his own away from the pack. He could cause more harm than good. He had to think of Ive’s future.
Not something he’d ever had to do. Sure, Dji was charged with protecting his tribe, but a mate was another matter altogether. If something happened to her he might as well give up. And he could be the thing that happened.
“Sure. Yeah—find me later?”
Dji nodded and left the house. He didn’t go far. The porch swing on the veranda would do the trick. He pushed against the ground and let the swing go back and forth. There was a light breeze. The pack house was truly magnificent. The wooded area alone was wonderful. Dji could imagine runs through those magical-looking trees. He’d like to explore the land more, if he stayed.
That was the big question. On one hand, he had the support of people who seemed on the ball. The core group in the meeting were all strong. Most in magic, but others in shifting power. They were connected. Even he could see that. The Ancients must have a plan he wasn’t aware of. They hadn’t talked to him once Dmitri had taken over.
What should I do? Are you there, Ancient ones? A sign would be nice.
No one answered, but he should have expected that. His faith wasn’t the strongest right now. Dji wasn’t alone for long. He felt another presence. One he recognised. Zareb was there.
Is this my sign?
“Where is Ive?” Not the question he’d expected, but easy to answer.
“I needed some space.” Dji didn’t even bother to look up.
“If that is your hint to leave you alone, it will not work. You should know me better than that, my old friend.”
“I should be dead,” Dji whispered.
And he should. The carnage he’d caused in their first tribe still gave him nightmares. He’d done that. His body had been responsible and his soul hadn’t been strong enough to withstand an evil possession. Some protector he’d made. Killing a whole tribe wasn’t keeping them safe.
“There will be no talk like that. It was not you in charge of those happenings,” Zareb reassured him, but it didn’t really help. They were just words.
“I was there. I could sense what was happening. If you’d been possessed, you would have fought harder and won. I think that is why Dmitri picked me. I’m weak.”
“Enough. I will not have you speaking of my brother that way. Not when it should have been me. You were always the better person.” Zareb sat down next to Dji.
“When I was trapped, I tried to escape, but I wasn’t strong enough. There’s no doubt about that. It was only after I was exposed to Ive that things came into focus.”
“It was fated. You should know how the Ancients work.”
The Ancients. Where were they in all of this mess? Always a voice and never any actual help. They always spoke in riddles that you had to figure out. Dji had never had a strong connection with the deities. It was supposed to strengthen when the final ceremony took place, but all hell had broken loose and it had never happened for him.
“Then, if it was fated, you have no call to feel guilt.” Dji stood his ground.
It wasn’t Zareb’s fault that Dji had a defective soul.
“But I do because it was I who led you to that Vessel and I do not like that you call yourself weak. You are one of the strongest men I know. You have survived and you have a mate now,” Zareb tried to
“Then this meeting is adjourned.”
They all began filing out of the room. Dji followed Ive.
“Dinner isn’t for a while, I don’t think. We could go for a walk around the grounds.”
“I think I’d like to think for a bit. Maybe you could talk to your friend—Vivian.”
He thought that was the name of the princess of her tribe. They’d spoken of her a little when they’d woken up.
Ive’s eyes watered and her forehead crinkled. He’d hurt her. He hadn’t meant to, but it was time to decide if he should stay or not. It might be better for him to go off on his own away from the pack. He could cause more harm than good. He had to think of Ive’s future.
Not something he’d ever had to do. Sure, Dji was charged with protecting his tribe, but a mate was another matter altogether. If something happened to her he might as well give up. And he could be the thing that happened.
“Sure. Yeah—find me later?”
Dji nodded and left the house. He didn’t go far. The porch swing on the veranda would do the trick. He pushed against the ground and let the swing go back and forth. There was a light breeze. The pack house was truly magnificent. The wooded area alone was wonderful. Dji could imagine runs through those magical-looking trees. He’d like to explore the land more, if he stayed.
That was the big question. On one hand, he had the support of people who seemed on the ball. The core group in the meeting were all strong. Most in magic, but others in shifting power. They were connected. Even he could see that. The Ancients must have a plan he wasn’t aware of. They hadn’t talked to him once Dmitri had taken over.
What should I do? Are you there, Ancient ones? A sign would be nice.
No one answered, but he should have expected that. His faith wasn’t the strongest right now. Dji wasn’t alone for long. He felt another presence. One he recognised. Zareb was there.
Is this my sign?
“Where is Ive?” Not the question he’d expected, but easy to answer.
“I needed some space.” Dji didn’t even bother to look up.
“If that is your hint to leave you alone, it will not work. You should know me better than that, my old friend.”
“I should be dead,” Dji whispered.
And he should. The carnage he’d caused in their first tribe still gave him nightmares. He’d done that. His body had been responsible and his soul hadn’t been strong enough to withstand an evil possession. Some protector he’d made. Killing a whole tribe wasn’t keeping them safe.
“There will be no talk like that. It was not you in charge of those happenings,” Zareb reassured him, but it didn’t really help. They were just words.
“I was there. I could sense what was happening. If you’d been possessed, you would have fought harder and won. I think that is why Dmitri picked me. I’m weak.”
“Enough. I will not have you speaking of my brother that way. Not when it should have been me. You were always the better person.” Zareb sat down next to Dji.
“When I was trapped, I tried to escape, but I wasn’t strong enough. There’s no doubt about that. It was only after I was exposed to Ive that things came into focus.”
“It was fated. You should know how the Ancients work.”
The Ancients. Where were they in all of this mess? Always a voice and never any actual help. They always spoke in riddles that you had to figure out. Dji had never had a strong connection with the deities. It was supposed to strengthen when the final ceremony took place, but all hell had broken loose and it had never happened for him.
“Then, if it was fated, you have no call to feel guilt.” Dji stood his ground.
It wasn’t Zareb’s fault that Dji had a defective soul.
“But I do because it was I who led you to that Vessel and I do not like that you call yourself weak. You are one of the strongest men I know. You have survived and you have a mate now,” Zareb tried to
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