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God, he’s magnificent.
I smiled at him, “Go run.” Whatever would make him feel better.
Michael slid his hand around my waist and I clung to Kyle’s pile of clothes as we watched them go. It must be an incredibly hard task for them, to balance the needs of the man and the wolf.
“He’s very... passionate.” Michael said, at a loss for words.
I laughed, tears filling my eyes. “Yeah, I can’t believe I almost gave up on him.”
The very thought of leaving Xander still haunted my dreams.
Michael kissed the top of my head, “No, you didn’t. You were upset, and feeling lost. I don’t believe you would have left without him. Not with your future premonitions in the forefront of your mind still.”
I nodded and rested my head against my warlock. My future visions still haunted my dreams also. Not the good parts of course. Not our children and the pure happiness I’d felt in the moment I’d seen them.
But the darkness, the injury and threat to my men’s lives.
I shivered and nestled deeper into his arms. “I’m really scared, Michael.”
Scared of what was to come, of what I’d have to do, of who I’d lose.
“I know you are sweetheart. But you’re doing great.”
I hiccupped and pressed my lips together so I didn’t whimper. My greatest fear was that something, or someone would come for my wolves, and I wouldn’t be able to save them.
Xander and Kyle wanted me safe, and had asked Michael to magic me away if danger came. But I wasn’t going anywhere if they were under attack. I’d stand next to my warlock and fight. And although Michael wasn’t ready to hear that those were my wishes, I hoped he’d understand when the time came.
“Let’s go back to the cottage.” Michael said, letting go of my waist to scoop up Xander’s clothes. “He’s worse than a child.”
I giggled at the joke. “Yeah, well... if he hadn’t just taken on his dad and the alpha for me, I’d scold him too.”
Michael grinned. “Yeah, I thought that was pretty impressive.”
“Yeah...” I sighed dreamily, then a dark thought hit me. “Michael, do you think it’s possible that... you know. Max is right?”
We began wandering back to the cottage, passing by our gorgeous new house as we went. The outside of the house was almost completely done. The window trim was gorgeous and the shutters had been painted now. There was still a lot of work to do on the inside of the house, but we were getting there. Or the men were anyway.
“What do you mean?” Michael asked. “About the baby not surviving, you mean?”
I noted that he didn’t say anything aboutmenot surviving, but I could understand that. I was in denial about all such possibilities myself.
“Yeah.”
We continued walking up the road and I found myself beginning to ache for the familiarity of the tiny kitchen and comfortable couch at the cottage.
Michael reached over the space between us and took my hand, sliding his fingers between mine.
“Do I think Max is right?” He repeated my question, “No. I don’t. For many reasons.”
When he didn’t continue I squeezed his hand. “Because? Looking for some comfort here.”
He chuckled softly. “Well, firstly, according to the wolves, you’re their fated mate, and that seems to be something the curse was meant to prevent, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Kyle said that the women who... you know, married the wolves younger than Xander, weren’t fated mates. They just paired up because they were lonely.”
“Well, that’s the first thing, and it’s kinda a major one. Not to mention the fact that you are a witch, just like Marguerite. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have wanted death to be the fate of anyone magical.”
I nodded slowly. “I guess.”
