Page 129 of Cosmic Power

After spending so much time locked away, it was strange behaviour for her werewolf to exhibit. If anything, her werewolf should be pushing for a change, riding her for control. And yet, she wasn’t.

Zamorra was so out of it, so stuck in her mind, she didn’t even hear her uncle plop down beside her.

Void nudged her, gaining her attention. “What’s going on? You’ve got a weird look on your face.”

Zamorra faced her uncle. “It’s my were. She’s acting…strange.”

Void frowned. “Strange how?”

“I don’t know. I can’t explain it. She’s just acting differently. She’s not as talkative. Not as pushy. It’s like she’s taken a step back from me.”

The frown on Void’s face deepened. “Are you two at odds right now?”

She didn’t think so. At least, not yet. Her werewolf wasn’t pushing her to find a mate yet. The entitywasannoyed they’d left Luther, but not enough to put up a proper fight over it. “No,” Zamorra answered, unease fluttering through her. “She just seems…I don’t know the right word for it. Closed off, maybe?”

“When did it start?”

Zamorra searched her memory, looking back. “It’s hard to say.”

“Was it after the meeting the Ancestrals held?”

She shook her head. “Before that.”

“When you got back from Alterra?”

“After.”

He was quiet for a moment. “When you slept with Luther?”

Something clicked in her brain. “It started just after that, yeah. I gave her control the morning after, and everything seemed fine. She was her normal grouchy self. But I noticed a slight change in her behaviour shortly after I took back the reins.”

A troubled look crossed Void’s face. He stared at her, his eyes flashing gold. He leaned forward, inhaling so deeply his chest noticeably rose.

She leaned back in confusion. “Why the fuck are you sniffing me?”

He didn’t respond. Power vibrated around him as he pulled more of his werewolf’s energy, so much that light brown fur started to slowly sprout up over his skin. He took another deep inhale. His eyes widened in shock.

“What?” Zamorra asked in a panic. “I don’t like that look on your face. What’s going on?”

“Zo,” Void breathed, “there are only two reasons why your were would pull back from you. One, she doesn’t trust you. You’re at odds with one another and she plans to fight you for full control.”

Zamorra’s brows slammed down in a frown. That wasn’t what was happening. It couldn’t be. The connection between her and her werewolf was rock solid. Sure, they’d had their disagreements in the past, but they had a strong bond. She had complete and total trust in the entity, and Zamorra was sure her werewolf felt the same.

“Or? You said there were two reasons? What’s the other?”

Void shook his head in disbelief, like he didn’t want to say it.

“What is it?” she pressed.

He licked his lips, swallowing nervously. “Or, you’re pregnant.”

ChapterThirty-Seven

Vladik stared out over his kingdom, taking in the beauty of the land, his people milling through the streets and the stunning purple sky. From his balcony, he had an unobstructed view of his surroundings. Dragons roamed through the sky; their control collars locked firmly in place and their bodies adorned with fae armour, corresponding with the rider on their back. His warriors lined the ground below, thousands upon thousands of them standing at attention in their designated groups. His Bronze Fighters were on the left, Silver Chaos Warriors on the right and in the middle, The Golden Army. Spread out around them were thousands more of the supernatural creatures he was in control of; the vampires, shifters and demons.

Vladik owned and controlled them all. Every single being on this land—and on hundreds of others. He was in charge of them all. Ruled them all. Decided the fate of them all. If he wanted someone dead, he simply had to click his fingers and it was done.

He would send the creatures through the portal first, along with a legion of each of the Bronze Fighters and the Silver Chaos Warriors to gauge the Earthian defences.

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