Page 12 of Fractured Fang: Omega

Kate laughed. “It’s been months, Allistaire; get over it.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever get over it. Especially Macs,” he said.

I perked up at hearing my mate’s name. Macs hadn’t gotten over the loss of the house? Or hadn’t adjusted to the new layout when he had to pee? Those were two very different things.

“I was sorry to hear about the fire. That must have been terrible,” I said.

Everyone nodded, the mood turning a bit somber.

“Do you want to see it?” Allistaire said.

“The fire?”

He nodded.

“You have pictures?” Did they stand there and watch it burn? What else could they do, though? They weren’t exactly close to the fire department.

“Well, yeah, but I can just show you.”

“Show me?” I clarified.

“Allistaire can share memories,” Kate said. “That’s his gift.”

Good goddess, what else were these people capable of? “Oh,” I said. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah, I can show you.”

“Really? I would love to see it. How does it work?” I asked, now more curious about his gift than the fire and wondering if maybe it worked similarly to Levi’s gift.

“Give me your hand.”

I held out my hand palm up. He put his fingertip to my palm, and immediately images of a large farmhouse, old but taken care of and loved, appeared in my mind. Then it was as if he gave me a tour showing me the kitchen where my dad worked, the dining room where the pack had meals. As the images played out in my mind, I grappled for my notebook. Alastair lifted his fingertip away, and I grabbed my chalk pencil and began working.

“Is this like a Franklin thing? Is he doing an ultrasound? Is somebody pregnant? It’s not me, is it?” Allistaire said.

I shook my head, laughing a little at the nonsense statement he was giving. Of course, I wasn’t giving an ultrasound. “Just a second,” I said. “Show me the outside again.”

He touched a fingertip to my palm again, and after a few moments, I had the shell of an image ready. Something that I could show. I lifted my notebook and showed it off.

“Oh, wow,” Allistaire said. “That’s cool.”

“What’s cool?” Franklin came over with a cup of tea. “I like cool things too.”

Kate grabbed my sketchpad from me and handed it to Franklin. “That’s from Allistaire’s memory—Gabe did that.”

Franklin looked at it for a long time and then set it down. “Gabe, how are you at larger projects.”

“You mean like eleven by thirteen paper?”

“Think larger.” Franklin set his tea down. “I’ve been thinking that the Pavilion wall is going to need a mural, and I have a suspicion we just found our artist.”

Chapter 7

Macs

Iwasthrilledtoreturn to the territory after spending the entire day in a car with my mate’s father. Not that I didn’t love Phillip, but without being able to tell him what Gabriel was to me, I had to censor myself. Anytime he talked about Gabe not always fitting in or having a purpose in life, I bristled. When we finally got parked at the territory, I backed up to the pen I’d created for them so we could unload the sheep.

Phillip and I needed a quick break before letting them out of the trailer. He headed inside to check on the meal he had cooking in the slow cookers. I headed toward the pavilion where I’d seen my mate when we pulled in.

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