Page 157 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“You remember that?”
“Of course I do.I remember it all.”
“Me, too.Especially—”
“Don’t change the subject.What else can you do?”
“I call it the push, the mental ability to make others dothings I want them to do or that they don’t want to.Like telling the truth.”
“Is that what you did with your mother?”
“Yes.”
She draws a sudden breath and slaps my shoulder.I raise myhead and find her staring at me in mortification.
“Is that what you’ve been doing to me… in bed?”
“No!It doesn’t work on humans and only on members of mypack.”
“Oh.”Her eyes widen in realization.“Oh.”
“Yes, my dear.I amthatgood.”
Her soft giggle fills my ears as I once again lay my headbetween the heavenly globes that are her breasts.
“Anything else?”
“There’s one, but I don’t use it much.”
“What is it?”
“In wolf form, I can communicate with Charlie overdistances.It’s like I send him my thoughts.”
“Just Charlie?”
“Yes, because he’s my beta.I rarely use it because he can’treply.”
“Oh.”
“I’m told that once I’m joined with my mate, there will beother, stronger powers I will inherit.”
“I’m going to give you new powers?Cool.Are you, like, ahundred years old?”
“A hundred and fifty-five.”
“Holy shit!”she exclaims.“I wasn’t wrong when I said youwere ancient.”
“Lucky for me you like old things.”She giggles, and thesound is music to my ears.“We age at a much slower rate than humans.”
“That’s why everyone looks so awesome.”
“I stopped aging when I became alpha.”
“Stopped?How long have you been alpha?”
“Four years.”
“Will I stop aging, too?”
