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39 Ava: Her Identity

39 Ava: Her Identity

You have the potential, Selene says, her voice a cautious whisper in my mind. The arcane flows through your veins. But…

My breath escapes me in a giddy rush. Magic. Real magic. Human magic. It’s something out of a fairy tale, not something that should exist in my life. Then again, supernaturals exist–and we’re pretty nonstandard,

ourselves.

It’s not that simple, Selene continues, her tone growing more serious. Magic is not a toy, little one. It’s a force of nature, raw and untamed. To wield it requires knowledge, discipline, and control.

I swallow hard, feeling the warning in her words. “But how do I learn? I don’t even know where to start.”

You would need a teacher, Selene explains, her voice tinged with hesitation. Someone well–versed in the arcane arts, who could guide you, show you how to harness and control your power. But magic is a lost art. Magicians were lost to the curse and became shifters.

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Talk about a letdown.

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“So, I won’t be able to do magic.” Is that how you say it? Do magic? Cast magic? Spell magic? Cast spells? It all feels weird in my mouth.

It is unlikely, Selene says, but she still has that cautious

sound to her voice.

“If I tried, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Death.

A simple word, bluntly given, with all the truth in the world behind it. I shudder at the matter–of–fact tone.

teach each other, too many lives were lost in the pursuit of the power within them. Do

trying to regain some of

of loss. Magic would have been amazing to learn, of course. But–if Selene says it’s too dangerous, I believe her. It isn’t

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volatile.

on a question that’s been bothering me from the beginning. “Selene, you’re my

Of course.

me? No shifter has a wolf with

a thoughtful sound that echoes through my mind. You were born bonded with the ancient magic, she explains in that non–explaining way, where nothing is really answered. We are

again. All shifters are bonded with ancient magic, and they don’t have any ‘separate‘, only ‘one‘. Why am I

sighs, and I can almost picture her shaking her

are we, exactly? Are you a Lycan or a

Her

voice filled with a quiet pride. I came to be with you of my

that somehow makes my brain work better. “How is that possible?

who is matched?”

says, her tone turning brisk. For now, it’s more important that you take a cold shower before your heat starts back up. Clayton

can feel the first tendrils

frantic state like yesterday. But I can’t let this conversation go just

you just choose to be with me? And what do you mean, we’re separate and one at the same time? I don’t understand any

There is much you don’t understand yet. But trust me when I say that everything will be revealed in

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feel my skin starting to prickle with sweat. I need to get

humiliation is enough.

bathroom, tearing off my hospital gown and tossing it on the ground as I go. Niceties are foregone; I just want to get control of

as I can.

powerful wolf. I don’t know how far they are, but they’re close enough that I’m lifting

my nose.

One’s a little weaker, but he’ll

Ava!

Right. I slap my nose, which of course does nothing to help but makes me feel

shivering in minutes, huddled

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but it seems to help keep my mind

extent.

chattering, so I talk to Selene through my mind again. Why is heat even a thing? This is ridiculous. I’m losing my mind because