How did one fight one’s own destiny? More to the point, how did one defeat a god?
Kick ’em all in the nuts? Wolfie prompted, and I smiled softly. That had been my motto once, back when my biggest problems were a rundown car and customers skipping out on tabs. Problems that a Belmont girl could reasonably be expected to face.
Might still work,she suggested.
I closed my eyes and responded, I haven’t heard from you in a while
Things…have been different. Fading in and out. There are longer and longer gaps. I don’t know how to explain it, and it’s making me nervous.
“You and me both,” I muttered.
“What?” asked Neve.
I blushed. “Just talking to myself. Sorry.”
She leaned over and bumped my shoulder. “Don’t worry, we just have to work through the problem. Stop fretting over the big picture for a moment, or you’ll get overwhelmed. Something is clearly up with the weapon you have, so figuring that out is the first step. Perhaps it’s a curse. I know a diviner…”
Taking a deep breath, I stood. “You’re right, but I think I have to talk to my aunt. She helped me bind the knife in the first place. Maybe she can undo the spell.”
Neve smiled and rose as well. “Okay, then that’s step one.”
I slipped out my phone and pulled up Laurel’s number. My finger hovered over the screen, emotions thrashing inside me.
She’d bound my wolf. She hated my mate and my pack. But even though I’d hurt her deeply, she’d always been there to help. And I needed her help now, more than ever. Whatever it took, it was time to reconcile.