Chapter Thirty–Five
“Grandma.” My dad stood and went to grab for her but she held up her hand.
“I’m not here, boy–o. Not really here. She pulled me to you with that.” She pointed to the book.
“Your book of shadows. I thought it was lost.” He turned back to the book and hovered his hands over it.
“It wasn’t lost, it was hidden.” She looked over at me and smiled. “It was found by who it was meant to be found by.” She walked over and hovered her hands around my father’s face, almost cupping it. “I’ve missed you. But I can’t stay. Watch out for the darkness.”
“I love you.” His whisper was soft.
“And I you.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead, and then she was gone.
He looked over at me and I could see the devastation there. “You met her?“1
I nodded. “She helped me find myself, my inner self, anyway, so that I could find my power. Even then, the Moon Goddess had to give me a push.”
“You met the moon goddess?” Ronnie lept up and rushed over.
“I don’t actually know.” I lifted a shoulder and looked back at my dad, who nodded.
“We all do. She is the final push to connect to our power.” He patted my hair. “It’s why we can’t tell you what will happen, because she will only come when you are ready. And if you knew she would come…”
“I wouldn’t have tried so hard to connect with my power.” I finished, and he agreed.
“She has to allow the power to flow, a final blessing, you might say. But if she doesn’t think you aren’t ready, or trying, she won’t come.” He leaned down and kissed me.
“So…”
“So she thought you were ready, and able to balance your wolf and power. This time around you are doing everything right.”
“So
my last life. I never shifted because I never balanced out my power and wolves. So this time, I’ll be able to wield my power and shift.”
“Wolves?” Ronnie whispered.
My eyes widened and my dad lifted a brow before he answered. “This time will be completely different. You’ll be able to do everything.”
My dad ignored my slip up. You will explain that to me when you can.
“I will.” I turned back to the book of shadows. “So you wanted me to do what with the book?”
My father looked at Ronnie and he shook his head. “She lost control when your ghost showed up.”
“Well, damn.” He pushed the book to me and looked over my shoulder until he found the page he was looking for. “Focus back on your scent. It’s changed back and we need you to learn how to keep it going without focus. Something that happens initially.” He tapped the page while I relit the candle in my mind.
“Can our wolves wield magic?”
“What do you mean?” My dad’s finger froze.
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Chapter Thirty–Five
“Well, when I’m in this form, Nix can focus on keeping the power going. And let me know when it grows too weak. If she can wield my magic herself as a part of me, then she can keep it going, and I won’t have to worry about it. Even when I’m asleep.” I was even better prepared for Megan. “And when I actually shifted, I could do the same when she was out.”
Ronnie smacked my dad on the back of the head. “Why didn’t you ever think of that?”
“I don’t know.” My dad laughed and turned to me. “Yes, our wolves can use our magic, as the Moon Goddess blessed us and them. So you are one hundred percent correct. Nix can watch the magic while you are in charge and you can do the same when she is shifted. Loki has helped me multiple times in my life with my magic.” He looked at me sheepishly.
But I just smiled. “I had a question. Has a werewolf ever had multiple forms?” I tossed out the random question as I flipped through the pages of the book of shadows and stopped on one with a picture of a werewolf that was half
shifted.
“They can. The stronger you are, the more you can hold a partial shift,” My father shifted his claws and covered his hand in fur, but it stopped midway up his arm. “If you are thinking about that shift…” He pointed to the picture. “You won’t be able to do that one.”
“Why not?” I was more interested in shifting into Nix and Megan so each would have their freedom.
I don’t need to shift Amy. Megan’s voice was soft, but I heard the scoff that came from Nix.
Every one needs their freedom, Megan. Including you. Nix shook herself and nudged her into the clearing with the
pot.
“Because…that isn’t a werewolf. That is a Lycan.” My father’s answer shook me back to the here and now.
