Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 104 Volana History

Selene’s POV

I’m beginning to think my mother told me the wrong secret. Granted, she chose the most important not to mention scariest one, but talk about burying the lead! Sure, my blood can give eternal life, but that doesn’t help me while it’s still running in my veins. Learning that I can hypnotize people, on the other hand, could have really come in handy before now.

Odette’s history books aren’t exhaustive and half of their claims sound more like fairy tales than fact, but there’s enough empirical data included to persuade me regarding other matters. For example, I seriously doubt that any Volanas discovered how to become invisible the way one thirteenth century zealot insisted, but I believe the hundreds of contemporary accounts describing the way Volana wolves could harness moonlight to increase their own powers.

I can’t believe I never knew any of this. I marvel, scanning through ancient censuses listing the names of my ancestors.

I can. Luna rolls her eyes, I mean when would we have had the opportunity to learn this stuff? It’s not like Garrick gave us library privileges.

I know, but mom never taught me any of this! I answer. I was too young to understand some of it, but not everything. Why wouldn’t she have wanted me to know our own history?

We’re an endangered species, Selene. My wolf reminds me. She probably thought you’d try to use your powers if you knew about them and that could get you noticed.

Luna makes a fair point. Hundreds of years ago Volana’s were required to register with their elder councils, as they were considered so powerful that they needed monitoring to ensure they posed no threat to their packs.

For the most part I think this was just a lot of small minded men being intimidated by any woman who defied their expectations, but I have to admit their fears weren’t entirely in vain. In one case, a Volana wolf overthrew her Alpha and went on to conquer an entire continent, becoming the first and last woman Alpha in history.

Well, they certainly left that out of the textbooks. I snort, Admittedly, I missed out on half my education, but I worked very hard to make up for lost time after I escaped Garrick and I’ve never heard of half of the events detailed in these volumes.

That’s because history is written by men. Luna quips.

Continuing to read, I can feel my eyes growing wider and wider all on their own. If even half of this is true, I’m much more powerful than I ever imagined. The documented Volana abilities go far beyond power surges like the one triggered in the restroom, or even harnessing moonlight.

tides in addition to simply being extremely hard to kill. I would

no idea how to tap into any of these abilities, or even how many of the powers listed here are legitimate. I do know at least I’m fairly certain that all of this cycles with the moon itself. I’ll be strongest when it’s full, and weakest when

turn the page, delving into an analysis about the bloodline’s decline

napping beside me for the better part of an hour, but now she’s

ever talked to Lila about this subject before and I have no intention of getting into the details, but I don’t intend on hiding it from her either. While I understand my mother’s decision and desire to protect me, I can’t help but feel that keeping me in the dark about all this set me at a

would encourage me to use them, but I’d rather use them and be able to defend myself, than not know they exist and remain

“Our what?” Lila chirps.

a lock of dark hair back from her face. “Our family history. My mother and

long.” Lila assesses

we are, comes from our ancestors. It’s the reason your eyes are blue and violet, the reason

dark

histories, but everyone is shaped by the past – including Daddy.” The door opens behind us and I can hear Bastien coming inside, as if our conversation

brow crinkles in confusion.

our heads, and we both crane our necks back to look up at his smiling face. “And when other people figure

doing my best to raise Lila with both of her feet firmly planted on the ground, and telling her the world revolves around her is absolutely not going to further that cause. Still, it’s hard to explain such complicated matters to a toddler, and Bastien’s words do hit the nail on

my immense surprise and amusement, Lila is rolling her eyes in my stead. “Daddy, you wouldn’let ‘nyone take us.” She says, as if the suggestion is

can see Bastien fighting the same

the couch cushions and raising her

her from the sofa, kissing her soft cheeks one after the other. “I would never let anyone take you from me, Lila bean.” My daughter flips upside down, dissolving into a fit of giggles as Bastien leans over to kiss

Lila asks once

carting her off towards the kitchen, “Now tell me all about your day.