Chapter Eleven
Zion
Then I will help you…My wolf and I spoke both to the female’s wolf and to her.Let us help you.Somehow in whatever accident she’d suffered, she and her wolf had become trapped on opposite sides of the wall. She’d could hear her now, and she could hear us. But the wall had not moved. If we were on the same side, her wolf and us, maybe we could push, but I was on the outside as well. My voice carried, but I couldn’t get around it to help.
How?
As long as this wall stood, our mate was imprisoned. I didn’t really understand how her wolf and most of her memories were where they were, but the why didn’t matter as much as how to get it down.
Tell her to shift. In the process, everything moves around and transforms. Maybe the wall will, too.
I did. She doesn’t know how to do it.
Tell her to let me. If she doesn’t fight me, I think I can.
I opened my eyes and started to tell her but she was staring at me, agape. Snapping her mouth closed, she shook her head. “I heard. I miss her.”
Progress by inches, but if this worked, we might win.
She licked her lips. “I-I’m ready.”
Sinking back into her mind, I wished her wolf well and stepped out of the way. I held our female, as did Andrade, and gave her a big hug, and then we backed off a foot or so as she began to shake.
I never wanted to help anyone more, but a shift was not something that someone else could do for you. I’d heard of alphas who could command the shift on their pack wolves, but it was brutal and didn’t always leave them intact physically or mentally. I would not do that to her. To...
“Diana.” She spoke only the one word before the shift took her over, limbs twisting and bones reforming. Pure-white fur sprouted from her new shape and she landed on the bed with a whump.
We knelt on opposite sides of our mate, a white wolf with clear green eyes and a shiny black nose. “Oh, she’s beautiful.” Andrade buried his hands in the fur of her ruff. “And she’s our mate.”
“But that’s all we know about her.” I began to check her over, looking at the places she’d had injuries and feeling for lumps and bumps. The one on her forehead was still present, but it had been the worst and was much less raised and hard. “I think the shift worked. She seems much better.”
“That’s not all we know.” Andrade bent to rub his face over her fur. “She’s Diana.”
“That’s right. Her name is Diana, and she’s our mate. If we never learn anything else, that is enough to work with.”
“Provided she wants to stay with us. We can’t keep her here if she has other ties.”
I sobered at the thought. She might be mated to someone other than us. Oh, they wouldn’t be her fateds because that was us and nobody else. But even so, if she’d exchanged vows with them, that was binding. She could have children even, waiting for their mother and crying. “No, we can’t.”
Diana lay panting for a few minutes before she shifted back again, landing on the shredded bits of my T-shirt in her two-legged form. I stuck out my hand, although after everything we’d been through together, it seemed like a formal gesture. “Diana, welcome.”
She allowed me to shake her hand and then to keep hold of it. “Hi. I feel really strange.”
“Why?” Andrade lifted her other hand and threaded their fingers together. “You look fantastic. Hardly even a mark on you.”
“Because before, when I agreed to get into bed with the two of you, you were watching for a concussion and I had no idea who I was. Now, I feel like we need to get to know one another all over again. I know things like, who I am and where I come from and why you might want to reconsider your suggestion that I am your mate.”
“You remember that, huh?” I wasn’t sure she would. I didn’t know how any of this worked, but I was so glad it had. “Are you already mated?”
“No. Not exactly.”
Flopping onto the pillows, I reached for her again. Not exactly was going to have to be good enough because she was our fated mate. Our true mate, and whoever she was not exactly mated to was just going to have to do without her.
Provided she agreed.