Accidental Surrogate

Cora

I’m a little out of breath when I finally catch up with Roger and Rafe, having had to work hard to keep up with his long wolf stride.

“Rude,” I say when I finally come to a stop next to them. “You couldn’t have waited for me?”

“I’m being rude?” Roger says, raising his eyebrows at me in disbelief. “Cora, you’ve been nothing but unpleasant since the moment we stepped into the forest –”

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I open my mouth with a little squeak of protest but Roger just rolls his eyes and ignores me, going on anyway. “This is supposed to be a sacred experience for Rafe and for us and you’ve done nothing but moan and complain. So yeah, forgive me if I wanted to get away for a moment and concentrate on the magic of this place

“Oh whatever,” I mumble, reaching out my arms so that he can hand me the baby.

“No

from you

way,” Roger retorts, holding the baby closer to his chest and turning a little away from me. “You don’t get to hold the baby now that we’re at the pool

“Yes I do!” I cry, “the priestess gave him to me!”

“I’m his godparent just as much as you are

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it, surprised, both of our mouths falling open. I don’t know how I know it but…well,

murmur to the pool, taking a step closer, a little embarrassed. Honestly, it never occurred to

at being…well, a little freaked out, suddenly. We’re both very aware that there’s magic

start to say that words that the priestess taught us as part of

of the silver pool. “We bring to you, tonight, this child, so that he may begin

your light, and in doing so, let you see him and bring him into the spirit of your grace,” Roger continues, his own resonant voice sending shivers down my spine. The light coming off the pool brightens – slower this time, though, as if she’s

treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly down on us from above. Hey, mom, I say

she is here,

curious. I put my hands out for him and this time Roger does hand him to me, letting me take the baby and unwrap his swaddling blanket. Then, when he’s free of it, Roger and I slowly walk

see Rafe looking up into the sky, to see the light surrounding him

softly, reverent. “His parents, Ella and Dominic, have asked us to bring him here to dedicate him to you. We do so

Roger, and at the moonlight. It’s a beautiful moment, introducing the child to the world and to all the magic within it. I open my

brings a quick hand

back,” he says, peering into the white light of the moon, likewise trying to make it

the baby out, my arms trembling a little, and watch the story form

Instead, it’s…felt as much as it is seen, communicated to our hearts and minds as much as

has fallen to the ground, helping her up and brushing the tears from her face. Then, I see him again – older, but still young.- running across a battlefield, fear on his face but courage in every line of his limbs as he pushes himself to do what is right. We’re passed

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his hands, which he slowly lifts to place on the girl’s head as well. She smiles up at him with such love in her eyes and then the door to the room bursts open, his family

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a light–haired boy I don’t know, just about Rafe’s age- and more children, so many

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