Page 86 of The Rebel Witch


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“Find your place,” he ordered.

Puff sat on Evan’s lap, his head up like he was at attention.

Hestia, Hercules, and Perseus formed a line from tallest to smallest, all three looking to Fen for their next order.

I knew they called Fenrir a wolf king. I’d seen him when he was young, and I’ve seen how magnificently he fights. This was a power I hadn’t heard talk of. Myrddin didn’t believe Fenrir was a true wolf king. In his mind, that was simply something Sasha Federov put out to build a lore around the royal kids. The only one Myrddin took seriously was Rhys, and that was only because he thought he could be a useful bargaining tool when it came to the Fae.

He was wrong about Fenrir. I’d forgotten how I’d watched him call natural wolves to protect him, gathering a massive pack who followed his every command.

He’d called werewolves as a child.

He would command them all if he wanted to. This was what the wolves were afraid of. Not that he wouldn’t be a proper king with a she-wolf at his side.

They feared he would be a tyrant king who could take over their bodies and minds at will.

Like Myrddin Emrys.

A flare of pain went through my head.

“I’m so sorry.” Tix scurried through the room, trying to pick up after the hounds.

Fenrir nodded slightly, and the hounds all laid down, relaxed now.

Relax, Olivia. Everything’s going to be fine, and you’ll remember every moment.Myrddin had smiled down at me right before I was encased in darkness.

And then we’d gone to greet the royals because they were here. They had found their way back, and he’d needed to talk to them.

He’d talked to them as…me.

I remembered that. He’d been so reasonable, and the kids had shown up and we couldn’t convince the royals to talk to us.

I could feel the way my fist closed magically around the queen’s throat. I could see her feet kicking and the thrill it sent through the man who’d taken over my body.

Pain screamed through me, and then I was falling.

I welcomed the darkness.

Chapter Thirteen

Kelsey

I closed the door to the salon with a heavy sigh. It had been a rough couple of days, and I worried it was going to do nothing but get worse. “She’s asleep. Casey’s with her, and Lee went to check on Dean. Did you already talk to Tix?”

Our previous session had been disrupted by Liv’s fainting spell. Evan had looked her over and declared her not to be dying, which was Casey’s assessment as well.

What was going on in my bestie’s brainpan? Was there some kind of war happening in there? We’d talked about the fact that Myrddin might have had more control over Liv than previously thought, but now I had to wonder if that was still affecting her with him miles and miles away.

“No, I wanted to wait for you,” Gray explained. “I gave him some minor duties. He’s freaked about the hounds ruining the house. Says they would never behave like this around his mother.”

Fen snorted. “They’re some seriously indulged canines, but they’re sweet and smart.”

“You know this how? Have you started talking to animals while I was gone?” There was still a lot about my son’s powers that I didn’t understand. Things that scared me a little. Not because I was scared of Fenrir. Because the more powerful he was, the more they would come for him.

“In a way, and also not. I mean they get me when I talk to them,” Fen explained. Evan had moved off his lap when Liv had taken ill. She’d gone up with me and Casey, and now she was off playing nurse while Fen kept watch over this odd pack. “Hercules, talk to me.”

The biggest of the hounds lifted his head and howled, the sound shaking the room a bit.

“Thanks, buddy.” Fen stood, Puff cradled against his chest. He leaned over and gave Hercules a quick scratch, which seemed to please the hound as he lay back down. “See. They’re smart and they’ve had some training. I would bet their mom indulges them.”

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