Page 51 of Fated to the Wolf Billionaire

“Goddess bless—what the heck happened? Are you okay? Do you want me to get Brielle or Olivia?”

I lifted a shaking hand and placed it on his cheek. “I’m fine. I swear.”

His eyes were wild, sparking back and forth between wolf and man, as if his control was nearly at its end.

“You just… One minute, you were here, the next, your eyes were amber, and a blue flush started around your eyes, and you were gone.Gone. Shaking like you were about to fall down. Was that a seizure? Do you need medication?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, making a snap decision on honesty. Lying to spare his feelings wouldn’t help in the long run. At some point, I had to trust that he could handle my disorder if he was truly meant to be my mate.

“Okay.” He shuddered, pulling me roughly against his chest for a hug that I thought he needed as much as I did. “I’m going to get Brielle. You sit here, and don’t move. No, lie on the bed.” There was a pause. “Please.”

He steered me toward the bed with gentle hands, waiting until I did as he asked and lay down. And then he was out the door so quickly, my eyes could barely track the movement.

It was less than a minute before Brielle darted in the door, eyes glowing frosty brown with her wolf, Reed hot on her heels.

“Reed says you might have had another seizure?” Her voice was calm, professional, even though the sparkly eyes on her still seemed strange to me.

“It didn’t feel… normal.”

“That’s okay. Sometimes intensity varies. Tell me what you felt, and we’ll go from there.” Her fingertips were cool on my wrist as she took my pulse, and then the comforting wash of her power flooded me, and the shaking stopped as quickly as it started.

“I had a little bit of an aura for a second, and I felt that shuddery feeling I sometimes get right before a seizure starts, but then everything… shifted.”

“She didn’t fall or have full-blown tremors like the last time,” Reed added from the foot of the bed, where he was gripping the footboard so hard, I was pretty sure it was going to leave indents of his fingertips. “Her eyes turned, and she stood there and shook, blanked out like she wasn’there.”

Brielle nodded, then gestured for him to be quiet.

“It’s possible that unlocking and accessing your powers is affecting your seizure disorder. We won’t really know without more time to see how things shake out. Do you remember anything from when things shifted?”

“I had… a vision.” The words came out a barely audible whisper, a deep sense of shame filling me at the admission.

I could hear my mother’s voice like she was standing in the room with us, scolding me for trying to tell the doctor I’d seen something strange when I had my seizure.

“Fiona! Stop that! Do you want to get taken to a home, away from us? If you keep telling them you see things, they’re going to think you’re crazy. That’s our little secret.”

“Our little secret,” I parroted, shame filling me as I looked down at my shiny leather shoes, the ruffly socks sticking out from my ankles like miniature ballerina tutus.

“That’s right.” She patted me on the head like I was a prize poodle, not a six-year-old who wanted to be honest with the doctor.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.”

“Fiona? It’s okay if you don’t feel up to talking about it.” Brielle squeezed my hand, her eyes fading back to normal.

I bit my bottom lip, as if that would keep the truth in. But I wasn’t six anymore, and my mother wasn’t here to scold me for my honesty. I looked down at my hands, relaxed the tension there, and told the truth.

“I saw a battlefield. Reed was there, bloody and half shifted. There were creatures I’ve never seen before, so many dead, and wolves dead too. And a woman. She had black hair and wasreallybeautiful. It almost hurt your eyes to look at her. The man with her was wearing really old metal armor, and when they showed up, the battle shifted. I used my powers to bring a storm. That was it, and then Reed was shaking me, and I woke up.”

When I dared to glance up from my hands, Brielle and Reed both wore grim expressions.

“An interspecies war,” Reed murmured. “That’s not good.”

“You think it was real?” I was a little shocked that was his takeaway. I was used to people thinking the things I saw were fanciful, shameful, or crazy. Not taking them seriously.

“We don’t know that it’s not. It could be a premonition from your gift, or it could be a seizure hallucination.” Brielle’s voice was calm, back to doctor mode, as she fluffed a couple of pillows and scooched me up the bed so I was reclined instead of lying flat. “Right now, the most important thing is to make sure you’re comfortable and safe to travel.”

“I feel a little tired, but otherwise, weirdly okay.”

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