Ella

There are tears in my eyes as I come out of the memory, the heady drug still swirling through my senses. I forget that I’m not alone in the room, trying to wrap my brain around the conversation I just recalled. My mind feels as though it might splinter with the weight of so many astounding revelations. I met the Goddess, and though I’d been too young to understand the things she explained to me, to realize that I was the child in the story, I’m certainly old enough now. I have a family. I think dazedly, the Goddess’s own power runs through my veins.

When the heavy silence breaks, I remember I have an audience. “Holy sh!t.” Gabriel utters in amazement.

“Did that… was that… ” Roger stammers, looking around at the other men.

“I can’t believe it.” Henry concludes, looking solemn but reverent as he strokes my brow.

Was that – was that real, or a dream?” I ask nervously, turning wide eyes to my father in law. It felt real, but years of disappointed hopes have trained me never to trust such things.

“No Ella,” Leon answers stiffly, as if he’s suddenly not sure how to address me. “That was very real.”

I clench my eyes shut, and rivulets of salt water streak down my cheeks. They wanted me”I
Murmur in awe. my parents wanted me.

“Of course they did. Henry clucked fondly, wiping a few of my tears away. How could they not?

My brother-in-law is watching us as if we’re mad, Um…is that all that stuck out to you because-“

Put a sock in it, Roger.” Gabriel cuts him off with a low growl.

“Sorry, it just seems like she’% burying the lead”

c.hest, “Mean we just found out secrets about the

Leon cuts him of this time

this” Roger observes grumpily. “But I’m

glare at his eldest son, “Why

to the joys of seeing my mate while in the clutches of the ether. “Hello trouble,” He greets me with a wide,

rugged planes of his cheekbones and jaw.

I want to l!ck your face.” Sinclair chuckles, the worry lines in his brow smoothing out. “Well right back at you.”

hair and cosmic eyes. But not nearly as cuddly… I mean her cuddles were nice but yours are so much better.” I stop for a moment, distracted by thoughts of being in my mate’s arms. It takes a moment for my thoughts to get back on track. “But you wolves have had it wrrooonngg. I sing, dragging out the word. “She’s not even

honestly he sounds like a bit of

that fascinating?” Sinclair tells me, in the tone of one speaking to a drunk

waiting at my side, with the recording of Sinclair’s purrs cued up in case I needed to be calmed down during the session. He presses play, and the sound

nearer to sleep, floating on the waves of the drug and my mate’s purrs. I hear the far- away sounds of their astounded discussion, about the God of darkness, the unknown history when wolves and humans openly lived together, and my role in this war. There are too many details to focus on all at once,

while, my words soft and slurred.

burrow into the coverlet, You can have as many cupcakes as you want when

I tell him, interrupted by a wide yawn. “Sugar comes from plants… that makes it

realize they’ve brought the tablet back over to me. “Stop sassing me and go

can’t make me… ” I mumble weakly, but I’m only met with purrs from

I hear Leon

rest.” Sinclair’s deep voice instructs, “Tl go after her, and when she wakes

time I’ve been able to find my way

exclaim, Wrapping my arms and

He exclaims, h.ugging me close and dropping k!sses over my cheek,

of the day?” I ask, nuzzling my nose against the bare skin of his c.hest, that special sp0t where his scent is

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