I laughed, nodding at him as Jet looked down at his food. He seemed deep in the well of his memory, but the ones he found there appeared to be quite happy, and a tiny burst of envy hit me.
He looked up at me, sensing the emotion. “I’ll introduce you to them. I’m sure they’ll be happy to meet the mate that’s finally getting me to settle down.”
I smiled and ate more of the wonderful dinner the pack had prepared for us, and my mind circled back to that vision. I hadn’t told Jet about it, and I still didn’t know if it was actually anything to be worried about. It could still very much just be my fear.
“Still, you’re hardly the first person to be born without a wolf. It’s not as taboo in civilized packs.”
My fork clattered to the plate as I gaped up at Jet.
“What?”
Pounding. My heart was furiously pounding as what Jet said sank in. He could sense it through the bond, and at once, he was at my side, kneeling on the floor.
“Senna,” he took my hands, “please, sweetness, what’s wrong?”
“There were other shifters born without wolves? It’s known about?” My gut tightened, and my eyes burned.
“Yes. It’s been recorded throughout the pack’s history. Other packs as well, I’m sure. Terrance never told you this?”
I shook my head as it spun faster and faster. “No, he…he said I was an abomination.”
Suddenly, Jet’s arms surrounded me, holding me close to his chest as he knelt between my legs.
“You are not an abomination.” He leaned back to stare into my eyes. “Rare, yes. But not something foul or broken. It usually…Gods, I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
A sarcastic laugh bit through me. “It’s a little late for that. By all means, pile on.”
“It’s usually accompanied by a different ability. You may not be able to shift into a wolf and have that spirit residing in you, but you’re still touched by magic. In some ways, Völva are more powerful than wolves. No gift is the same.”
“Völva?” I cocked a brow at Jet, the word feeling too good on my tongue. Like I somehow knew it…inside me.
“Magic users. I’m not well-versed in all the legends. I’m sorry. But,” Jet stood up, still holding my hands, “the documents are in my library. Here.”
He gestured to the shelves, looking around at the ancient tomes.
“And in the larger one in the basement.”
Silence slipped over us as we sat there across from each other again, and I just stared at my food. Everything I’d been taught, the lies from Terrance…I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t some mistake of genetics. I was something else.
A Völva.
Chapter 16 - Jet
I took Senna back to our room—because that’s really what it was now—following our dinner. It still struck me that Senna’s old pack knew nothing about the history of the magicked wolves, those without the ability to shift. I’d thought it was a sad fact that many packs knew of these individuals but still treated them poorly.
If Senna’s pack hadn’t known, who else was in the dark?
The thought echoed in my blood. So much was too different between wolves. We were so sporadically educated about the history of our own people. Had we drifted that far apart from what we once were? Was my pack the only one that knew of the legends affecting Senna?
“Hey, you’re making a face.” Senna’s words pulled me out of my head, and I looked down at her where we sat perched on the end of the bed. “You smell burnt, too.”
Shaking my head with a smile, I lowered my forehead to hers, breathing in my mate to settle myself. The warm almond and rose aroma filled my nose.
“I’m fine. Sorry. You’re just…you’re right about this. It’s so much to learn, to teach. I’m…I’m curious if other packs are just as clueless.”
Senna reached up, brushing her fingers across the scruff on my cheeks. The mate bond pulled harder as I let myself focus on how damn good she smelled. It seemed stronger, more potent, like during her heat, but that had passed.
Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, I nipped at Senna’s skin as she laughed gently, the sound wind chimes in a mountain breeze. My blood heated, a swirling, intoxicating pull toward her, making me salivate and my cock twitch.