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70 Ava: Sister Miriam (II)

Trepidation and anxiety flow in equal measure through my veins as my mother leans forward, tired of waiting for a clear answer. “Can you sense if Ava is pregnant, Sister Miriam?” o

The woman’s eyes glaze, her gaze becoming distant as if peering into another realm. Her voice deepens, taking on a strong cadence that seems to vibrate the very air around us. “An ancient power lies dormant, awaiting the weakest to awaken it. Her womb shall house the strongest, who will inherit the legacy of the

Lycans.”

And just like that, she’s back, the energy dispersed in mere seconds. She blinks at me, then toward my

mother. “It is uncertain,” she answers, still with her eerie smile. “I shall come again before the ceremony. Alpha Renard has chosen well.”

“Ah, yes…” My mom’s pathetic agreement only cements her disdain toward me. “Thank you for coming, Sister

Miriam.”

“What are friends for, Grace?”

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Sister Miriam’s gaze meets mine once again. There’s a glint in her eyes that makes me nervous. “If you ever need me, child,” she says, her voice low and almost melodic, “simply light a candle and call my name. I’ll

find you.”

I watch Sister Miriam leave, her words lingering in the air like an ominous mist. As the door closes behind her,

my mother lets out a shudder, her face twisted. She

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the dresser and rubs the gel over her palms, making sure no amount of skin is untouched, as if trying to scrub away an invisible stain.

“Who is she?” I ask, unable to contain my curiosity despite the strange encounter.

My mother’s eyes narrow as she turns to face me. “Stop being so nosy, Ava,” she snaps, her voice laced with irritation. “That’s none of your concern.”

She looks over my body in disgust. “It’s unfortunate that we still don’t know if you’re pregnant, but I guess there’s little we can do except wait.”

I watch my mother closely as she continues fussing with my hair, her movements stiff and agitated. The

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visibly unsettled, a

demeanor.

I ask, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.

mirror, her eyes narrowing. “I told you, it’s

down. “But she was saying such odd things.” I just want

was said here.

than she’s thinking of her own status in the pack. If Alpha Renard hears something like that, it doesn’t matter what plan Phoenix has in mind–he’ll keep trying to

more force than necessary. “Enough, Ava. You’re not to speak of this again, do you understand?” Her voice is low and

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heard countless

nod, so I choke out a soft, “Yes,” hoping

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pace back and forth in the cramped space of

choke down any food, wondering if at any moment they’d start

head like a haunting melody. How did she know about the power I can’t access? And are her

spot?

opening interrupts my circular thoughts and I whirl around to see Phoenix entering the room. His expression is grim, his brow furrowed with concern. He tosses a burner phone onto

caution. “What’s going on?”

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ask, heart pounding.

his tousled hair. “Mom and Dad are freaking out about what Sister Miriam

in

want to vomit all the food I’ve eaten from past to future.

head. “No, they won’t,” he assures me, but his tone is laced with uncertainty. “Look, Ava,

that you would truly be able to bear him any kids, considering

Renard is barren.”

frowning. “What do you mean? How

some unseen burden. “Dad and

kids weren’t biologically

true. “How is that possible?”

shifts his weight rolling

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my head, to my desk, then to the floor off to the side of him. “Mom

best friend. She helped cover it up. She told Dad everything.”

sink in a little at a time. Alpha Renard, the powerful and feared leader of our pack, has been deceived all this time, his wife bearing children that were not truly his own. They’d been his pride and joy, even

skirmishes with other shifters.

almost too much to comprehend.

because they weren’t alpha

weak. Did she mate a

do that?” I ask, my voice trembling with a

power in a pack. She didn’t want

edge of my bed, my mind reeling. How many other secrets are buried beneath the surface

our pack?

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