“Thank you, Raven,” I whispered.
He spun his cloak over his body, and with that, rode spirit away.
I couldn’t believe what we’d just done. That I’d connected with spirit so easily. I looked to my wrist where the bracelet still sat . . . with a large crack running through it.
Aside from seeing Oka wake from the stone, I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
A full week we stayed in the valley. The shifters and the humans fell to working together as easily as if they’d done it for years. Crimson followed Ruby around and in turn ended up watching the other two toddlers.
The crack in my bracelet allowed me some connection to spirit, but not my full power. Enough that I wasn’t completely without it. I would take that, a small prize for all we’d suffered.
Chris had her baby, a little boy.
I wasn’t allowed near him.
That hurt.
Then again, Richard wasn’t allowed near the child either. I saw him outside Chris’s tent.
“Hey, Dick,” I called to him and he glared at me. I smiled. “I’m at least in good company, don’t you think?”
He sighed. “Yes, I suppose we are.”
I left him there because relationships were not my strong suit, as evidenced by my now uncertainty with Mac.
I cared for him, deeply. But what the hell did that mean long term? I did my best not to let my questions get the better of me. I tried to enjoy the peace, enjoy the knowledge that for the moment we were safe, let my body heal once more.
The day we departed, everyone was in high spirits. The next day too. But the third day . . . the wind shifted and brought with it a bite of cold air that should not have existed this early in the summer months.
We crested a hill, the valley ahead of us wild with the broken road beckoning us forward.
The wind curled around me, as if tugging me backward, and that’s when I heard it.
A long, low howl carried on the wind.
I turned, looking for the source.
“A wolf pack?” Mac asked.
I shook my head. “A lone wolf.”
The sound, though . . . it was a howl I knew as well as my own voice. My heart knew who it belonged to, but my head was not willing to put the pieces together. We watched as there, at the crest of the hill, a large, lean black wolf with golden eyes appeared.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mostly because he was no longer twisted, his body no longer stuck between human and wolf.
“Impossible,” I whispered.
But I was wrong.
He was there. Watching us. And he was every bit as frozen as I.
“Who is that?” Oka asked from her perch on my shoulder.
All I could do was breathe his name.
“Alex.”
Afterword
Caravan Witch
Questing Witch Book 2
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