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He kisses her knuckles before he murmurs a promise, “We will be back soon.”
She smiles, but her eyes are still full of concern.
Snake jumps down from the table and hugs our mate from behind for a moment before he forces Fox to get moving along. His hisses remind Fox that the hard work will be over sooner if we start now.
Lita follows them out of the room.
My mother peeks into the hall and lets out a relieved sigh.
“Lita has gone into the living room.”
The front door closes, and I relax. “I need you to teach me something I can tell Lita before I leave.”
“Something in ASL?”
I nod. “She is feeling left out, and I do not like to leave her here feeling that way.”
“She’s been left out of things her whole life. This feels different.”
“How does it feel different?”
“She’s been feeling protective of the pack and the town. More than she should considering how badly so many of the people here have treated her. She can’t ignore those feelings. I think she’s meant to be the Luna here.”
I nod slowly. I do not think myself and my brothers would have been fated to a shifter who was not meant to become a Luna, and Lita has all of the qualities of a female Alpha.
“She is not just any Luna. She is our Luna.”
“That doesn’t mean she should go with you to slay those chimera.”
“She does not need to come with us. I need you to teach me how to say this …”
Chapter Eleven
Lita
Isitdownonthe couch and light the prayer candle. I feel restless and agitated, and I seriously doubt praying will help, but there is little else that I can do, and there’s always the tiniest chance that Artemis will see fit to possess me again. If she thinks I should be out there fighting the chimera, then Alina won’t stop me from going out there.
The Goddess of Wolves is a force of nature. There’s no stopping her when she decides something is meant to be so.
All I need to do is relax enough to close my eyes and start the prayer.
That means letting all of my other thoughts go, so I can remember the words and focus on them.
Easier said than done.
The living room door opens suddenly, and the candle blows out on the gust of air.
If I was looking for omens, that wouldn’t be a good one.
I look up and see Scar come into the room.
I stand up and he gets onto his knees in front of me.
Looking down at his hands, I see he’s getting ready to tell me something in ASL.
It’s still incredibly sweet that this beast of a man is trying so hard to communicate with me, but I don’t know if it’ll help with how I’m feeling right now. I’m not sure anything will.
He starts to make the gestures, going slow and being slightly hesitant.
