Chapter 395: By the Light of the Fire

Ella

That night, again around the fire, Henry leans forward in his chair and rests his

elbows on his knees, smiling around at us.

“So, tell me if I’ve got this right,” he says, clearly tickled by it. “My two sons are

mated to two sisters, who each have the Goddess’ blood in their veins, which

means…” .” he pauses here, putting his thoughts together, “that all of my

grandchildren are going to have mystical powers?”

Cora shrugs, grinning at him. “That’s what she told us,” she says, laughing a

little bit.

“Well,” Henry says, pleased, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head in

disbelief. “This saves me a great deal of worry.”

Sinclair turns to him confused. ” What? Why?”

“Because,” Henry says, shrugging, trying to hold back his grin. “Imagine if just

one of you were mated to a Goddess -born wolf, and only half of my

grandchildren had magical powers. At least this way, I don’t have to pretend that

I like the non-magical ones as much as the others.”

We all laugh at this, but I shake my head at Henry’s streak of dark humor.

Because, beneath it, we all know that it’s not true. He was always going to love

all of the grandchildren equally, no matter what.

“I wonder what your gift will be, little baby,” I say to Rafe, who is awake and

sitting up in my lap, holding my fingers in his little fists and looking interestedly

around at our group. I was very intrigued when Cora told me that all of their gifts

would vary according to their personalities – I, like her, had assumed that they

would be the same. We still haven’t figured out Cora’s gift yet, though we’ve all

be thinking.

“Rafe’s will probably be shooting lasers from his eyes,” Roger murmurs, leaning

forward to study my son. I shoot a little glare at Roger and he grins at me.

“No, he’s going to be a healer, like mommy,” I say, kissing Rafe’s head and

making him look up at me with a little baby smile. I smile back at him, unable to

help it.

“Nah, Rafe’s got a warrior’s soul,” Sinclair says at my side, leaning back in his

chair and proudly considering son. It will be something to do with that.”

“Nooo,” I say in denial, glaring at my mate now. “Rafe is gentle. His powers will

be for peace.”

“What about ours?” Roger asks, turning to Cora. “Are you getting any hints

down the bond?”

she replies, sighing a little. “I can’t even figure out what

little in

Everything for her – for all of us

coming up roses.

with my own contented sigh, leaning back in

figure

putting her chin

bit, “if my gift had been healing

mock haughtiness, grinning at

be as gentle, and loving,

in my personality -”

little false glare,

point. But then Cora cocks her head to

something.

and looks around. “Actually,” she

and I

Sinclair immediately agree and start to stand up but

a little. “Why?” he

turning to him,

Do you mind? A little sister time, to

laugh a little when I see that he does

forgive him, because I know

right now not

she gives him a little shove,

says,

arms so that Cora and I can concentrate on

teach you how to

as the men

head inside

ask eagerly, moving my chair closer to my

other in the dim light of

mom said,” Cora sighs, looking down at her

goes. “She said

looks up at me now, her mouth twisted to the

“Do you think I’m like broken, or

mouth to deny that, but she puts up

I mean like, do I need to be healed? With your

access the gift?”

I say, curious and sitting up straight. “I mean, that would make sense

get the gift from

like, do something

ceremony like that.”

she says, shrugging.” Do

for her hands. And

and over her body. Her wolf raises her nose to the gift as

I smile as I sense her. Such a pretty wolf –

a thousand shades of brown, from the lightest tawny to nearly

as I scan Cora, seeking any places that she’s hurt

come up with nothing.

sigh, dropping her hands

as far as my gift

she says, likewise sinking back in the chair and gnawing

to the next option. “Um,” she says, “do you think

could try healing you?”

my

gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal a

will allow me to

hold my hand out to her. “I cut

sigh, realizing that I’ve been meaning to

fix this

my hand in hers, closing her eyes and pushing

I use when I access my gift. I do

not to fall into that same

heal it myself.

a few minutes, I gasp a little when I do feel a very slight tingling at

where the cut is. I see Cora push and concentrate,

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