Page 120 of Wolf's Endgame

“A rabbit?”

Barbara sighed as she swung her door open. “Come in.”

I marched inside, wearing jean shorts and a tank, presenting less like an alpha every day. Taking a seat, I glared at her. “Dish it.”

She blinked, then went to her kitchen and returned with a plate of scones. “Tea?”

“I don’t mean serve me, I mean tell me the truth.”

She opened her mouth to speak and snapped it closed. With a wry smile, she rolled her eyes. “The shaman had the rabbit, so I used what was available.”

“So you never sent Moonstar to my mom as a rabbit?”

“Good Goddess, no!”

“Then why tell me you did?”

She looked at me in confusion. “I sent the spirit to Andrea for protection. I never said she was in any form.”

She hadn’t? I scowled at her. She met my look calmly. “Where is Moonstar? I know she isn’t in some rabbit.”

“When I committed the ritual to save your soul, I was able to separate you both. You need not worry about Moonstar ever again.”

“I don’t even know how you did it. No one tells me; did you tell them?” When I saw her steady unblinking gaze, I got angry. “You told them nothing. You capitalized on the fact they would be so desperate to get me back they wouldn’t question how you did it at all.”

“You are free. Isn’t that all that matters? You don’t need to worry.”

I frowned. “But I am worried. What happens to her? Is she gone? Is she…dead? I need to know she is all right.”

Barbara watched me. “She is happy. She is free.” When I went to speak, she shook her head. “I will tell you no more.”

“Why did my spirit need to be taken? It was my body that was broken, so why even take me out of it?”

Barbara rubbed her forehead. “Kezia, I am a servant of the Goddess. These were the signs she sent me. I did what I did as I was told by Luna. For her. For you.”

“So you don’t know?” I glowered at her. “I was in a rabbit for a month, and you don’t know why?”

She took a deep breath. “Your body had been through a lot of trauma. You were dying, Kezia; I wasn’t there, but I felt it. I knew you were barely holding on. I took your spirit so that your body could heal.”

“How did you feel it?” Leaning forward, I scowled at her. “You don’t know me that well, Barbara. I will not give up until you have given me answers.”

She sighed and looked away. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”

Milk and cookies.

Pushing myself to my feet, I gaped at her. “The bond. That’s why you think it’s broken. You drugged Cannon, my mate, and you did something to him. To our bond. He told me…” I was muttering as I paced. “He told me you said you did it for us both…” Looking up, I saw her watching me, her focus intent. “It wasn’t to show him I could lead this pack; you did something to the bond. What did you do?” Leaning over her, I felt like screaming, but I remained calm. “What did you do to our bond?”

Barbara sniffed delicately as she looked away. “Sit down and I will tell you.”

Taking a seat, I couldn’t stop glaring at her. “Speak.”

Barbara watched me while she adjusted her sweater, leaning back in her chair slightly. “They tell me that not that long ago, you were seeking to break the bond?—”

“Things changed.”

She gave me a look of disapproval. “If you would let me speak…” When I said nothing, she continued. “I heard you went to the scientist.” Her lips curled with scorn. “What would medicine know about a spiritual gift?”

“You knew how to break it?” I asked her quietly.

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