Page 69 of Shifters Awakening

A tornado burst of wind tore through the clearing, and a rainbow wind swirled around me. Colors brightened as I sensed the location of each shifter for miles around. They all lifted their heads, reacting, responding to my ability. They would come when I called.

And I knew the prophecy had emerged…

In me….

I am her.

I was the multimorph, the multi-shifter, the summation of magic in the unseen world. How freaking weird.

A second rush of energy filled me.

Jasper gasped, and Giselda cackled, her face stretched in a euphoric grin.

I stood, flushed with power, my hands glowing. When I lifted them high, wind rushed from my hands, and all around us, shifters called, yapping and chuffing.

Then it all faded as quickly as it had come. Colors dulled, and the cyclone disappeared. My knees buckled, and I dropped to the ground, clutching my head as dizziness threatened to send me toppling to my side.

“Well, there’s no hiding ye now. They all would have felt that,” Jasper said, releasing a low whistle.

All around us, shifters came into view, gaping at me. They’d all felt it. They must have, and I couldn’t deny anything.

Giselda came close enough to grasp my chin, turning my face so I could meet her gaze. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “That was primal energy, girl, and you’ll need every drop when the time comes. If I had any doubts, that’s gone now.” She offered her cane and helped me to my feet. “You should rest.”

“I don’t have time for rest,” I panted.

Giselda jerked her head toward the entrance to the camp as Dr. Wise strolled into the clearing, seemingly oblivious to the magic. “Then rest your body and learn whatever Dr. Wise brought for you to read.”

I nodded. “Maybe some food.”

Jasper bowed. “Yer wish is my command.”

But my body had other plans.

My bones turned to mush.

The earth gave way, and I collapsed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

logan

Tuesday Morning

My staring out the window of my study didn’t help much, yet no matter what I wanted to do, my gaze was always drawn back to the window that pointed toward the fox territory… and Emma.

She’d been fucking magnificent in the council den, and I scented her desire. If she’d given me any indication, I’d have scooped her up, brought her home, and taken her to bed. I’d been sure her thoughts had been running the same direction mine had, and I could almost taste her desire. Then her expression had turned angry.

Surely, she understood that my home was now her home. I’d discovered her at her campsite and been the first witness to her sudden skills, and I had saved her from waking up alone in the woods.

But then she demanded to stay at Red Tail, andJasper had obnoxiously announced that she would stay in his den.Hisden. Not here in Six-Mile Manor.

It was Emma I cared about for many more reasons than the multimorph prophecy. I craved her body, her presence, and losing her to the prophecy or to Acheron were heavy weights on my mind, sinking my heart.

Yet I envied Jasper’s access to her, and the thought of him teaching her burned through me like the beginnings of an unending nightmare. What if she found herself inhisbed? Would she denyhim? Would she run away? Or would she embrace him?

Olivia stomped into the room. When I turned away from the window, she put her hands on her hips. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Thinking.”

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