“Well, that’s not happening, anyway,” Rissa assures her as she places a hand on her shoulder. “Now that you’re aware you’re a witch, you can’t leave.”
“Why?” Yvonne frowns as she throws her legs off the bed.
“Because, Yvonne…” Luna Aurora begins, sitting down beside her on the bed. “In one of my visions, I saw you. I had a premonition that you would come to help us with the demon dog.”
“Me?” Yvonne exclaims, and even I find myself curiously entering her room to listen to Aurora’s explanation.
It’s the first I’m hearing about this, and I wonder what it means. I glance at Yvonne, who’s back to securing her walls in place. Ever since we returned to Girdwood after mating in the hut, she’d been cold toward me, as if she regretted what had happened.
The only time she’d been remotely open and vulnerable was when she had the vision in front of the council. But then shepassed out and woke up in her bedroom, only to appear cold and terse again.
I’ve attributed it to the fact that she discovered that she might be a witch. There’s no explanation for it, and neither of us saw it coming.
I guess I just need to give her time to process this.
She briefly holds my gaze before turning back to Aurora.
“Back when we fought the demon in Girdwood, I had a premonition that even Elias saw, too,” Aurora continues. “It was prophesied, in that vision, that a stranger with silver eyes would come to help us defeat the demon when my son was ready.”
“Your son?” Yvonne chirps, to which Aurora nods.
“Yes. The main alpha’s child is the key to defeating the demon, and somehow, you play a pivotal role in all of this,” Aurora explains.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Yvonne asks.
Aurora sighs. “I didn’t think you were ready to hear any of it. I mean, it is quite a big responsibility to bear, and you were dealing with a lot on your own already.”
There’s a moment of silence that stretches until Yvonne finally sighs and lifts her eyes to Aurora.
“I think I’m ready to figure out this witch thing,” Yvonne declares, and suddenly, my chest swells with pride for her courage.
“I’m glad you said that. Elias has set up a room in our house for me to practice my magic. Would you like to see it?”
When Yvonne hesitates, I take another step inside, clearing my throat to garner the attention of all the females in the room.
“You should go with them, Yvonne. I’ll watch Gio for the day,” I offer.
Yvonne frowns. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” I immediately say, offering her a reassuring smile. Though we haven’t gotten around to discussing what happened the other night when we knotted involuntarily, I’m more determined to give Yvonne the space she needs to gather her thoughts and decide what she wants without putting any pressure on her.
Besides, something tells me we have our whole lives ahead of us, and she won’t be leaving anytime soon.
“This is something important for you, Yvie. I’ll support you in any way you need,” I profess, to which she smiles hesitantly and turns to nod at Aurora.
When the she-wolves have left the cabin, I decide to prepare breakfast for Gio and me. I’d been doing this every morning since Yvonne passed out, and it’s become somewhat of a routine.
Truthfully, I’ve grown fond of the young boy, and being around him has become part of my everyday. So has being around Yvonne.
I still haven’t figured out why she keeps me locked out, though I probably have myself to thank for that since I was the one who rejected her in the past. She’d reminded me of that the other day, but all I’m doing is an attempt to make up for the past.
Gio’s eager footsteps down the corridor echo into the kitchen, and I turn just in time to see him bounce in with a bright smile, his radiant silver eyes glowing like his mother’s as he greets me.
“G’morning, superhero dude!” he chimes as he takes his seat at the table.
“Good morning, Champion!” I chuckle as I walk over with his sunny-side up egg, slipping it onto his plate. “I told you already, you can just call me Dawson.”
Gio shakes his dark head, and I pause for a moment to take in the mere fact that he looks so much like his mother. From his eyes and hair matching her coloring, to the shape of his lips and his nose, he bears every one of her prominent features as if it were a matter of “copy and paste” when she conceived him.
