Page 37 of Shared By the Werebears
He flitted back over to the moonstone pedestal and hovered over the second in the line of glowing objects. Behind him on the wall, the letters changed again.
“Behold!” he squeaked proudly, “Item 2: The Cloak of the Wildling!”
As he spoke, the second item unfolded itself and hovered above the pedestal. It was a dark green velvet cloak, embroidered all over with strange and mystical looking glyphs done in pure silver thread.
Finn seemed drawn to the silver-threaded cloak, hanging in midair as if worn by an invisible man.
“I like the look of that!” he exclaimed, taking a step towards it.
Whimsy flew up and plucked at its edge with his four tiny hands.
“Cloak of the Wildling. Makes you one with the woods. Can mask scent, sound, sight—basically a full predator package. Go ahead, bear-boy—try it on. It won’t bite!”
Ronan raised one eyebrow skeptically but Finn was already pulling the cloak out of the air. He tugged the heavy velvet mass over his shoulders and swirled the dark green fabric around him.
Instantly, he vanished.
I gasped. So did Ronan.
“Hey—what the fuck did you do to my Clan mate?” he demanded, glaring at Whimsy. “Where is he?”
“Where did he go?” I asked.
But then I felt a warm hand stroke my cheek, even though I couldn’t see it. I whirled around.
“Finn? Is that you?”
“Still here, sweetheart,” Finn’s voice murmured in my ear, deep and fond and full of that unwavering devotion I was beginning to rely on more and more.
There was a swoosh of motion and a moment later Ronan put a hand to his face and growled,
“What the fuck? Who kissed me?”
“Me, of course.”
Finn pulled the cloak off, reappearing with a grin.
“Neat trick, don’t you think?”
“Right—if you like scaring us to fucking death,” Ronan said.
I could sense that he had been genuinely worried about Finn. He regarded the slightly younger male as his responsibility now that Thorne was gone and there was deep, genuine affection between them.
“The cloak only works in the forest,” Whimsy told us. “But I must show you more before you choose.”
“Fine.” Finn folded the cloak carefully and placed it back on the pedestal. “What’s next?”
“Yeah—let’s move on,” Ronan agreed.
On the wall behind the pedestal, the golden letters changed again. This time they said:
Item 3: The Cup of Endless Yearning
“This one,” Whimsy said, hovering above a large golden chalice studded with gleaming gems, “isdangerous. TheCup of Endless Yearningfills with anything you desire—food, drink, blood, whatever. But it will neversatisfyyou. Perfect for Succubi withissues.”He made a buzzing, tinkling sound that I was sure was his version of laughter.
I wrinkled my nose.
“Very funny.”
