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.

control the tides in addition to simply being

have 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

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

part of an hour, but now she’s sitting up, rubbing her eyes and looking

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

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

“Our what?” Lila chirps.

face. “Our family history. My mother and her mother, and

long.” Lila assesses

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

Daddy?” Lila’s dark head cocks to

us and I can hear Bastien

crinkles in

the most important things in the world.” Bastien’s deep voice rumbles over our heads, and we both crane our necks back to look up at his smiling face. “And when

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

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

takes all my will not to laugh, and I can see Bastien

exclaims, standing on the couch cushions and

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 me hello, “Or

Lila asks once she can breath again, “She’s not

to me.” Bastien reasons, carting her off towards the kitchen, “Now tell me all about