Page 46 of Tangled Fates

“What do you mean, you saw your father?” Dean asked.

Hudson clicked his tongue. “Way to spit it out.”

I shot him a look.

“What does he mean by that?” Levi asked.

“Nothing,” I said as I held Hudson’s gaze with mine. But eventually, it wavered back to the three of them. “Look, when I was running to blow off steam, I stumbled upon that meadow. Do you remember it, Levi? The meadow where we were?”

He chugged back his water. “You mean the place where we could have gotten killed? Yeah, I remember it.”

“Well, I found myself back there. And from out of nowhere, my father materialized.”

Dean’s eyes softened. “You really saw Colin?”

“How did he look?” Levi asked.

Hudson placed a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t mind their questions. We just miss our Alpha.”

His words stung, but I covered it up as much as possible. “Apparently, I reached out to him so badly and so fluently that he was able to cross the barrier, which I assume is the barrier between life and death, and he materialized. We had a conversation and everything. And I’m having a really hard time wrapping my brain around it.”

Hudson chuckled. “Your powers must be developing.”

Dean shook his head. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Levi took a step toward me. “What did you guys talk about? Do you think you could reach out to him again?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea how I even did it the first time.”

“Well,” Dean said as he reached out for my hand, “maybe we can work together with you to help hone and develop whatever this is that’s rising up within you.”

I smiled softly as I took his hand. “I’d really enjoy that.”

“So, what did he say to you? What did you guys talk about?” Levi asked.

“It might be private. You know, personal,” Hudson said.

However, as I opened my mouth to answer them as clearly as I could, I heard his voice again.

Not Dad’s, but Brody’s.

Raven? Can you hear me?

My eyes widened as I squeezed Dean’s hand. “Don’t move. Nobody move.”

Levi eyed me carefully. “You hear him, don’t you?”

I brought my finger to my lips. “Shh.”

Hudson shook his head. “He’s not reaching out in groupthink. I can’t hear him. Can you guys?”

Dean sighed. “I don’t hear anyone or anything.”

“Hush,” I hissed.

Then, I spoke aloud so that the guys could feel included.

“Brody, can you hear me?”

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