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“Yes, shifter magic, but not a beast. She was too far removed from the shifter bloodline. Danna’s family has a long history of human blood that’s diluted the shifter magic until there wasn’t a beast anymore.”
“Danna is human,” I said.
“I don’t know… Emmie is more powerful than anything I’ve ever seen, and if you’re dreaming about Danna being a dragon… maybe that’s what she’s meant to be.”
I shook my head. “She’s well in her twenties, isn’t she? Maybe even thirty? If she was a shifter, she would have changed into her dragon when she came of age a long time ago.”
Circe nodded. “Yeah, her power would be dormant, but being with you and birthing that child might have brought it back to life again.”
“How do you know all of this?” I asked. “You didn’t seem to know anything about Danna’s past and Emmie’s bloodline before.”
“No, I didn’t,” the fae said. “But I’ve been thinking, and none of this makes sense. The attacks on them, Emmie’s power that’s so much more than she should have at this point… it doesn’t add up. I did a spell two days ago to see what I could find. It took some time to find the magic in Danna’s bloodline—it’s very diluted and so subtle I nearly missed it. But it’s there, Wesley. She’s got strong shifter lines in her ancestry, and Emmie was birthed straight from that.”
“So…” My head was spinning with all this new information. “She has to be a dragon. So she can look after Emmie, protect the two of them.”
“That’s not possible,” Circe said firmly, shaking her head. “Fae can’t bring shifters out of their shell. They’re not made for that. We have all kinds of magic, but there are limits to what we can do, and that’s something I can’t help you with.”
“No,” I said. “Fae don’t create shifters, only angels do that.”
“Right.” Circe nodded.
I couldn’t help Danna with her being human, but if she was some kind of dragon descendant, maybe the shifters who kept attacking us really weren’t here to get rid of me. Maybe they were after Danna and Emmie. If that was the case, I had to talk to their alpha about what it meant. I had to see Braxton so that no matter what happened from here on out, at least they would be safe.
19
WESLEY
When I landed in the mountains, three of Braxton’s men were there to meet me.
The lion shifter and alpha of the Portland pack in Oregon, as hands-on as he was, had set up camp in the mountains rather than sticking only to the city.
I envied that about him. I could do with getting away and isolating myself. That would have been great, but things needed to be done, and my businesses didn’t run themselves.
The pack didn’t, either.
It was a different setup than in Nevada. That was how things worked—we chose our territories, we settled our packs, and we protected what was ours.
The shifters gave me clothes, not saying much. The magic in this area was different. Territories had magical signatures, and it was clear I was far from home.
After getting dressed, I was taken to a cabin that had been built against the mountainside. They called it a cabin, but it was a huge mansion, hanging over a cliff like an eagle’s nest.
The only thing that could qualify it as a cabin was the fact that all of it was made of wood and glass, and there was no concrete in sight.
When I walked to the front door, it opened, and Braxton came out. His blond hair was a little on the long side, brushing his collar, and his amber eyes were the eyes of a lion, even though he wasn’t in his animal form. There was no guessing what he was. He wore a t-shirt and shorts as if he were a casual young adult, but the shifter’s magic told me he was older than me, his power challenging mine. Our magic pushed against each other, going toe-to-toe, trying to figure out who would win.
“Wesley,” Braxton said, and he reeled his power back in, a sign of acceptance.
I did the same, getting my dragon under control.
“Thanks for meeting with me,” I said.
“Of course. I heard it’s about one of ours.”
I nodded, and Braxton led me into a living room with rustic furniture and a hearth that crackled happily with a fire. A fur rug lay on the floor between the heavy couches, and I wondered where it had come from—a hunt, or the fur of an enemy shifter?
The large windows stretched from the floor to a double-volume ceiling and overlooked the valley in a breathtaking view.
“This is a great place,” I said, looking around.
