you saying Margaret and Samantha aren’t happy?” her mom questioned.
“I... No, but—”
Her mother smiled and nodded.
Crap. She knew for a fact that Margaret and Sam were over the moon for their husbands. It hadn’t crossed her mind that their wolves had chosen for them.
The door behind them creaked, and Margaret and Sam poked in their heads. “Can we come in?” Sam asked.
Sarah nodded, and both women scurried around to the other side of the breakfast bar, plopping down on a couple of barstools.
“Its not that the wolf chooses, Sarah. It’s that the wolf shows you your best mate. It’s part of the magick. Fate is intertwined with the wolf’s soul.” Margaret paused and looked over at Sam.
“Fate can be ignored. Many of the royal lines do ignore the magick and mate with whomever they choose, but the bond and love between the four souls is never as strong as it is when they wait for the right person,” Sam finished.
“Could you hear what we were talking about?”
Both her friends stared at the counter and nodded.
Guess extremely good hearing is on the supernatural ability list. “Isn’t it weird to always have that voice in your head?”
“I’m sure it will be really strange to you at first,” Samantha began, “but give it time. Your wolf is a part of you that’s been missing since birth. They complement our human halves.”
“Except in your mother’s case.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “My mother cut her wolf off and drove the wolf’s soul mad.”
“But that’s just it, Sam!” Sarah exclaimed. “I’ve cut my wolf off. What if she’s gone off her rocker too?”
“Not for a hundred years,” Sam replied. “You’ve ignored her for maybe fifteen –”
“Sam is right. What you’ve done isn’t the same. What was in your dream?” Margaret jumped in. “Did she give you cause to fear her?”
“No. She didn’t. She just wants to be free.”
“There’s your answer,” said Margaret.
“I just need to think.”
“You have until tonight. Otherwise, Kate will have to wait another cycle of the moon,” Sam added.
CHAPTER FIVE
Chris padded slowly across the lawn, his paws silent on the soft grass. Sarah’s scent hung heavy in the air. He scanned the porch and spotted her sitting on the side steps, head buried behind her e-reader again. Heath was sprawled across the roof just above her, tail hanging down, twitching back and forth in the wind.
He walked up to the porch slowly, waiting for Sarah to glance up and see him. Heath raised his head for a moment before stretching back out.
A soft gasp from Sarah brought his attention back to her. He wagged his tail and took a few more steps. She puts her tablet beside her on the porch and reached out. He closed the gap between them and her hands slid into his fur. Her strong fingers rubbed behind his ears.
“Pretty wolf. Who are you? Huh? Margaret? Siobhan? I thought I saw them go out earlier.”
Chris woofed and shook his head. Serously. She can’t tell I’m a boy?
“It’s not like you did a turn for her to show off your manly parts,” his wolf replied with a chuckle.
“Sorry, I don’t recognize everyone’s wolf yet.” She pointed to Heath’s tail. “It’s hard enough getting used to having a lion as a personal bodyguard. You know he follows me everywhere if I’m outside the inn?”
He sat and snuggled up next to her on the stairs. If this was the only way to be close to her right now, this was what he would do.
“She’s going to be upset when she finds out it’s you.”
I don’t care.
***
Sarah dug her fingers through the big wolf’s neck fur. The outside layer was course and stiff, but underneath it was downy and soft. She smiled at the creature and rubbed it’s chin. “I can’t help but wonder who is in control when
“I... No, but—”
Her mother smiled and nodded.
Crap. She knew for a fact that Margaret and Sam were over the moon for their husbands. It hadn’t crossed her mind that their wolves had chosen for them.
The door behind them creaked, and Margaret and Sam poked in their heads. “Can we come in?” Sam asked.
Sarah nodded, and both women scurried around to the other side of the breakfast bar, plopping down on a couple of barstools.
“Its not that the wolf chooses, Sarah. It’s that the wolf shows you your best mate. It’s part of the magick. Fate is intertwined with the wolf’s soul.” Margaret paused and looked over at Sam.
“Fate can be ignored. Many of the royal lines do ignore the magick and mate with whomever they choose, but the bond and love between the four souls is never as strong as it is when they wait for the right person,” Sam finished.
“Could you hear what we were talking about?”
Both her friends stared at the counter and nodded.
Guess extremely good hearing is on the supernatural ability list. “Isn’t it weird to always have that voice in your head?”
“I’m sure it will be really strange to you at first,” Samantha began, “but give it time. Your wolf is a part of you that’s been missing since birth. They complement our human halves.”
“Except in your mother’s case.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “My mother cut her wolf off and drove the wolf’s soul mad.”
“But that’s just it, Sam!” Sarah exclaimed. “I’ve cut my wolf off. What if she’s gone off her rocker too?”
“Not for a hundred years,” Sam replied. “You’ve ignored her for maybe fifteen –”
“Sam is right. What you’ve done isn’t the same. What was in your dream?” Margaret jumped in. “Did she give you cause to fear her?”
“No. She didn’t. She just wants to be free.”
“There’s your answer,” said Margaret.
“I just need to think.”
“You have until tonight. Otherwise, Kate will have to wait another cycle of the moon,” Sam added.
CHAPTER FIVE
Chris padded slowly across the lawn, his paws silent on the soft grass. Sarah’s scent hung heavy in the air. He scanned the porch and spotted her sitting on the side steps, head buried behind her e-reader again. Heath was sprawled across the roof just above her, tail hanging down, twitching back and forth in the wind.
He walked up to the porch slowly, waiting for Sarah to glance up and see him. Heath raised his head for a moment before stretching back out.
A soft gasp from Sarah brought his attention back to her. He wagged his tail and took a few more steps. She puts her tablet beside her on the porch and reached out. He closed the gap between them and her hands slid into his fur. Her strong fingers rubbed behind his ears.
“Pretty wolf. Who are you? Huh? Margaret? Siobhan? I thought I saw them go out earlier.”
Chris woofed and shook his head. Serously. She can’t tell I’m a boy?
“It’s not like you did a turn for her to show off your manly parts,” his wolf replied with a chuckle.
“Sorry, I don’t recognize everyone’s wolf yet.” She pointed to Heath’s tail. “It’s hard enough getting used to having a lion as a personal bodyguard. You know he follows me everywhere if I’m outside the inn?”
He sat and snuggled up next to her on the stairs. If this was the only way to be close to her right now, this was what he would do.
“She’s going to be upset when she finds out it’s you.”
I don’t care.
***
Sarah dug her fingers through the big wolf’s neck fur. The outside layer was course and stiff, but underneath it was downy and soft. She smiled at the creature and rubbed it’s chin. “I can’t help but wonder who is in control when
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