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Chapter 393: Do You Know what I Know?

Cora

“What?” I ask, confused. I – I have a gift? I quickly search for it within myself

but….it’s not there. I mean, I know how Ella’s feels – she passed it to me before,

I carried it – but there is nothing in me now that feels anything like that…

“Yours is different from your sisters,” the Goddess explains. “Ella’s soul is that of

a healer, and so that is her gift. Yours,” she smiles lightly, “reflects you. You’ve

used it before,” she says, turning her head to glance at Roger with a little laugh.

“I’m surprised you did not notice it then.”

“What?” I ask again, still baffled. But she turns to go and I grab for her hand.

“Please,” I say, shaking my hand, “I don’t understand -”

“Perhaps you should ask your sister for help,” the Goddess says with a shrug.

“She can guide you to it, I think, as hers is already unlocked. But you already

have your gift, Cora.” She assures me. She hesitates then before laughing a

little, “as does your child.”

“What!?” I say for the third time, my mouth falling open now as I stare at her and

then glance down at my stomach before looking back up into her face. ” My

child -”

“All your children,” she says simply, as if it’s obvious, “will be gifted, as you are,

as Ella is. As you, my daughters, are gifts to me – it is my gift to you, and to all

of your children.”

“Whoa,” Roger says, sitting back in his chair and raising a hand to his head in

shock. “All…all are kids are going to be magic?”

The Goddess laughs a little. “Each will be gifted,” she says simply, turning back

to me. “And each gift will be unique, and will reflect each child’s unique spirit. As

yours does, as Ella’s does. They’ll all have pieces in common but -” she sighs

happily now, shaking her head as if it’s too complicated to explain. “You will see,

Cora. I need not explain it all. Your children will show you.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I love you,” the Goddess says, raising her hand and brushing my cheek with

her fingertips. “Carry that knowledge your whole life. I will see you again,” she

promises, and I cling to that prophecy just a little, “but until then carry my love.”

as Roger and I watch, my mother passes through a door in the

the room – a door that I swear was not there

to stare at

– as he gets up and crosses the small room to

me tight in his arms and rocking me back and forth as he buries

head against my neck.

me tight. “I knew it was all going

news-”

not,” I laugh, and finally as the shock leaves my system I

deep and resounding joy in its place. “You were as

was!”

he admits, his voice muffled against

it was going to

baby,” I say, patting his back, letting him think it. But despite

wolf turns

shaking out her fur, getting used to the

freely.

straighter and grins down into my face.

murmurs. “The baby is going to be a wolf,

mating bond -” he shakes his head,

up at him and raising my

crazy different, like expanded

it now?” he asks, interrupting me and looking down

tug

see him eyeing that

I burst into laughter and swat

a little bit

We’re we’re just…so connected

on both ends. It’s like he can intuit

my meaning without even having to look at

and I can

his shoulder playfully. “We’re

here! We’re not just going to like, throw down

of

he asks, looking at me like I’m

gasp, “Absolutely not! I may be a wolf in spirit, but I

than that.”

waist and pulls me closer, looking hungrily down

my whole body shakes. It takes him a moment but then

pass our joy between ourselves down

that makes me so

we both calm down a little bit, after he presses

and kisses me, soundly, warmly, so that the love

and makes me feel absolutely

snaps his teeth at me, letting me know

precise intentions.

him with my nose, just as my wolf does

better,” I whisper, feeling an intense hunger for his mark that

didn’t feel before.

arms, his eyes

as he makes space between us. “So

murmurs. And Sinclair and Ella are going to flip

them that Rafe -”

suddenly, unable to finish his sentence. I feel his shock and

bond before he looks up and whispers