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“No! I didn’t think I could read thoughts!”

“Well, I was projecting to you, which makes it far easier. But with some practice, you could send psychic messages over great distances.”

I chuckle. “So, I’m a radio transmitter. Great.”

“But if you are gaining new powers, then your ability as a medium has also grown in strength,” she says. “You might even be able to heal, Alisa, and the world hasn’t seen a witch healer for years.”

I shake my head. “I think I’ll just stick to talking to ghosts and flowers for now. This is all a bit much for me. I still don’t know how to process my feelings about Jenks.”

Amanda sighs, letting go of my hands. “Firstly, if your powers are growing, you have to address it. If you don’t learn discipline, then you are a danger to yourself and everyone around you.”

The idea of confronting my new powers is too frightening, so I just shrug off Amanda’s statement. I can tell by the way she frowns at me that she feels what I’m doing and doesn’t approve.

“The second thing is,” she continues, “if your powers are growing, then you know what that means.”

I look up into Amanda’s eyes, and even though she’s the stern high priestess, she’s also glowing with happiness for me.

If my powers are growing, then that means I have faith in love… that I aminlove.

My heart twists in my chest as it fights with my mind, but I know the struggle is useless. I love Jenks… and I always have.

And now, for the first time, I have faith that his love for me is real, and when the two of us are together, nothing can stop us.

Chapter 16 - Jenks

My paws drum across the ground as I hurl myself forward, leaping with every stride. Even when my muscles begin to ache and my breath burns my throat, I keep running, using every last bit of my strength to keep up my speed.

Where am I going?

I don’t even know. I heard the howls calling us in, and Body answered somewhere not far from me, which tells me he’s patrolling near my route.

I should check in, I know I should. But if I do, I’ll spill my guts about this, and I’m nowhere near ready for that!

Fear burns in my belly, setting my heart ablaze with frustration and anger. I had issues enough with my mother, and now I’m feeling a kind of fury I’ve never felt before.

Born of betrayal.

Loss and grief crash through my rage, and the urge to howl is almost overpowering.

Tell them. Tell your pack!

No! I am alone, as I have always been alone. No one can help me!

My mind reels as I go over the same details over and over again.

I have a father, and a brother I never knew about. And they’ve been close—so close—my whole life.

I have a whole family!

A shard of pure pain stabs me in the heart.

They are from the enemy pack. They run with Decker, the same wolves that attacked my pack and slaughtered so many of my friends.

Can I trust them?

My first instinct to this is no, absolutely not. I have no idea if what they’re saying is true. And even if it is, they could still be dangerous to my friends.

What do they want from me?

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