Sam, that’s enough!
I blink, regaining some semblance of control over my emotions, and realize I’m way to close to Sevana, I could touch her by reaching out my arm, and her nose is bleeding. I should feel bad about it, but I can’t. Too many dark thoughts are racing through my head. Promises of retaliation that a child should not have heard. Besides, Sevana doesn’t mind and wipes her nose with the back of her hand without further ado.
— I’ve never had a nosebleed in my life. This is a first. I’m all for new experiences.
I’m completely taken aback by her thinking. Even more than her smirk.
— Now that you have demonstrated you power to me, it’s my turn to show you one of mine.
One of her? I don’t have time to question Ashley before my coffee table begins to rise into the air, pitching and spinning. Sevana has her hands in front of her, making them dance like a conductor. She quickly stops and my table settles back into its place on the floor, as if nothing had happened.
My face must be funny, because despite her obvious fatigue, Sevana laughs lightly.
— Now that I have your full attention, we can talk. But first, I need to sit down and drink something sweet or I’ll collapse. And a tissue too.
My sister is quicker to respond than I am.
— Come on, I’ll make you coffee with double cream and sugar.
I watch as the two friends leave arm in arm towards the kitchen. Sevana relying partly on my sister to move forward, and I stand in the middle of my living room, unable to react to what has just happened. I don’t really know what just happened. How could I? I was very young when my parents disappeared.
I didn’t know much about fatels, except that each member of this people had powers that developed with age and practice. I should have started my training on my sixth birthday, but that never happened. Events did not allow me to gain the knowledge I would have needed and Ashley, only five years older than me, did not know enough to help me. She had been taught how to use her own power but had not yet been told about the others that existed. This knowledge was not acquired until the age of twelve or thirteen, as it was considered secondary knowledge. The fatels were not entirely wrong. What’s the point of knowing that someone can fly if we can’t fly ourselves?
So, I didn’t know that some fatels had telekinesis. But I know one thing for sure: a fatel has only one gift. So how is it that Sevana can also speak telepathically? Not to mention that my sister said she was a prophetess.
For the first time in a long time, my curiosity overcame my distrust, and I joined the two women who were sitting in front of a steaming cup, obviously waiting for me.
— Now that I have your full attention, we can talk like adults.
I don’t say a word, totally focused on her every move. Ashely squeezes my hand, but also remains silent.
— As I told you, I am a fatel. I am also the alpha female of a pack. Ashley gave me the broad outline of your story, but mine is very different. In a word, I have been living with humans, unaware of my origins. A few weeks ago, I was attacked by shifters at the hospital where I was working with Ashley.
A dull anxiety rises inside of me. It could have been my sister instead of her. Why didn’t anyone tell me? The answer is simple: I would have set the hospital on fire, and everyone in my path, good or bad, would have died.
— Sam, Listen to the rest. It’s all good.
Ash has this hope in her eyes that I don’t know why. It’s important to her that I keep my cool. She’s used to my mood swings and has never blamed me for them despite the pain they cause her. This time, however, she begs me to control myself. This story is very important to her, and I want to know why. My voice is hoarse as I urge Sevana to continue her story.
— Your father, Peter, treated me remarkably well. And a pack, associated with the governor, has been assigned to protect me.
— What pack would be interested in that? You said you lived as a human.
— A pack that hates dissenters as much as we do.
— Like the Treat?
— Yes, they do. Except they fight them.
Chapter 2
Sam
A pack fighting its own? I can’t imagine that. I have to admit though that Peter has always protected us, Ashley and me, even in spite of my shortcomings, and I’m sure he would fight for us.
The difference is that he took us in when we were children. He bonded with us like a father with his daughters. It’s different for the pack involved. They fight to defend strangers.
— Why?
— Why are they defending innocents, regardless of their origin, against dissidents?
I nod my head.
— Each member of the Guardian Angels pack has his own reasons.
This is not an answer, but a dodge. She’s ducking. Her story must be false. A lie to convince me to join her cause.
— You’re not convinced, are you. For my partner, Connor, it’s about revenge.
I understand revenge. That feeling has never left me in twenty—five years, and it’s a need that’s slowly eating me up, bit by bit.
— A rebel pack killed his family because they were hiding fatels. When the governor announced his intention to counteract the shifters’ excesses, he joined the cause.
A question I have been aching to ask. I need to know.
— Is he using you?
— What?
Her look of surprise and disgust startles me.
— No. He’s overprotective to a fault. I had to threaten to hang him from a tree to get him to let me come see you. He annoys me, he snarls, but mostly he’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
It is mawkish and pathetic. Love really does make you blind!
— You’re just in love. You don’t realize anything.
— Connor is my soul mate, Sam. And I gained so much more than him when we sealed our bond.
— I don’t get it.
— You live in a pack, but I get that you’re pretty … independent.
That’s a nice way of saying I am separate from everything and everyone.
— Have you heard of soul mates among shifters?
— Not really. It’s like being in love, right? Only more bestial.
She smiles, obviously recalling a pleasant moment. When was the last time I had a moment like that?
— The bond between soul mates
