Lover's Soul: Werewolf Sexy Romance (Biwole Wolves Book 2)

by JP Vasha

  So the Divine Hunters were out. Besides, the time frame didn't fit; Zack had said the Hunters were rumored to be in Texas only since December or so, and that before that they were making some troubles at the Mexico Pack. So that meant that three years ago, when I'd been killed, they might've been someplace else, and not specifically in Amarillo, Texas.

  That left me with the man with the cobalt eyes who aimed a gun at my head and shot me. And some part of me, a part I hadn't known about before, told me that man wasn't human.

  Khloe, I tried to sound louder in Khloe's head, Khloe, I think I'm onto something. Please stop kissing Mike for now.

  For my shock and relief, Khloe pushed Mike away, breathing heavily. "What is it, Carla?"

  Mike seemed like he'd been mauled. His hair was a mess, his eyes glazed, and his mouth bore some nice little marks. He was grinning as he stepped away, like a satisfied male wolf who'd just gotten when he wanted.

  I think I found something about my death, I told her, we need to find Kimberly and Eve. I think they might be able to help.

  Khloe sighed. "Let's go then," she said and turned to Mike. "Carla might've found something. We need to see Kimberly and Eve ASAP. Do you know where can they be?"

  Mike put a possessive arm around her waist. "Of course I know," he grinned at her, "and Carla, thank you. It was the best ten minutes of my life."

  No problem, I thought a little dryly and when Khloe scoffed and flicked her hair back, I mentally smiled a little. "Don't give yourself too much credit, though," she told him haughtily, "while I rocked your world, you didn't rock mine."

  Mike barked a short laugh. "Tell that to your wet cunt, Daniels."

  Khloe, shockingly, flushed. "Yeah? Maybe you should have conversation with you raging erection, then."

  I don't think I'd ever seen someone as happy as Mike was at this moment. "My perfect woman," he murmured and nuzzled Khloe's hair.

  Speechless, Khloe let him, and as he led us to the Dinning Hall, for the first time I felt Khloe filled with some sort of content. Khloe was a force to be reckon with most of the time, but I guess that only her mate could bring her such comfort.

  In the Dinning Hall, Ralph and Eve were sitting, discussing stuff with Kimberly and Zack. Zack looked up when we entered, and when his eyes turned enraged as he spotted Mike's arm around Khloe, Mike stepped away from her, face blanking out, good mood ruined.

  Kimberly rose. "Khloe," he greeted, searching Khloe's brown eyes. "And Carla. What can we do for you?"

  Khloe plopped herself on one of the chairs in front of him. "How come everyone knows I'm Khloe?" she asked no one really.

  But they all answered at once. "Your eyes."

  Scrunching her nose, Khloe gave them an arched-eyebrow look. "My eyes?"

  "They're more cynical and harder when you're in charge," Eve explained with a shrug. "They're softer and more sincere with Carla."

  "That's absurd," Khloe murmured, but then shook her head. "Now, Carla, what did you want to ask them?"

  First, ask them if they have new information about my origins, I told her.

  After Khloe repeated my question aloud, Kimberly's face darkened. "I have Eve's ward looking into it at the moment," he explained, "but so far we found nothing, which makes it all seem even odder."

  "Why?" Khloe inquired. "If you found nothing then that means everything's okay, right?"

  "That's exctly the thing," Ralph spoke, looking at Khloe with calculated dark eyes, "when checking someone's background, some stuff always surface. When we checked Carla's parents' background, we found nothing. Not even a hint of anything more than they were suddenly sprung into existence. No information about their own parents and legacies. Nothing."

  "Freaky," Khloe murmured. "So, what are we going to do about it now?"

  Kimberly sighed. "A visit to Amarillo would be in order, I'm afraid."

  Zack spoke for the first time and when he did, he didn't look at Khloe. "We'll go in a few days if we don't we find anything more enlightening about Carla's past. Until then, though," he seemed to struggle with words when he continued, "Kimberly would like to help Carla access her power and teach her how to contain them for the time being."

  "Why's it so important?" Khloe asked before I needed to.

  "Because," Eve was the one who responded, "we can't have a Necromancer with such raw power walking around."

  It sounded like she wasn't telling us something else, but I decided one answer at a time. Khloe, I said softly, would you mind if I'll take charge right now? I promise you that after this time, you'll have tomorrow to yourself. Because if I took charge now, then it would be the last exchange for today.

  Khloe rolled her eyes. "Fine," she told me then turned to everyone else. "Carla's taking charge."

  I swam through the darkness, to the place Kimberly had showed us was the key to true consciousness, and when I opened my eyes, I felt Khloe's body as though it was my own. A little timidly, I glanced at Zack, and saw that his hands were clenched into fists and his jaw was locked so tightly, I was afraid a vein would pop.

  Forcing my gaze back to Kimberly, I launched right into the main point of what I came here for. "I might have some lead about how I died, and that might help with finding more about my past."

  Kimberly leaned in, along with Eve and Ralph. Zack seemed to listen as well, even though his eyes were planted on the table, and Mike who had now taken the seat next to him, was scowling. "What that might be?" Mike was the one who asked.

  I returned my gaze to Kimberly. "I'm more than positive that the Divine Hunters weren't behind the massacre for various of reasons you might've already considered." When I relaid my thoughts as of why the Hunters were not repsonsible, the look on Kimberly's face was grave.

  Eve was the one who spoke after I finished. "We thought about it too," she said, "and as you said, it's unlikely that the Hunters were behind that attack."

  "Right," I said, and then turned back to to Kimberly. I felt much more safe looking at him than at anyone else right now. "But I do remember something from the attack. I remember the eyes of the one who killed me."

  That made the air in the room turn charged. Not waiting for any of them to comment on them, I said, "He had cobalt eyes. Such an impossible cobalt, they felt unreal. And now, in retrospect, I realize that some part of me back then must've sensed that he wasn't human. Which brings me to my what might be of help to you."

  Bracing myself, I took a deep breath and said, "I think the one who killed me was a Deity."

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kimberly paced, face scrunched in thought, while Eve and Ralph seemed to be communicating silently, exchanging quiet looks. Zack seemed to be in pain, his forehead bearing thin lines, and Mike sagged against his seat, utterly exhausted.

  No one spoke for a few long minutes, and when the terse silence was broken, it was thanks to Kimberly, who stopped pacing and now gazed directly at me. "I know of not many Deities with blue eyes," he said, voice grave, "and those who do have those are out of the question."

  My hope at finally fining a lead squelched. "That's... not what I expected," I said, shoulders slumping. "But can't you think deeper, if there might've been someone out there who wanted me and my supposed Necromancy gone?"

  Kimberly seemed unsure. "I can ask Vera..." his voice drifted off when he saw Eve was looking at him meaningfully.

  "Vera?" I prompted.

  "She's a Seer," Evelyn explained for me, scowling. "An immortal Seer who has visions like no one else's."

  Of course there're Seers in the world now, Khloe mumbled, irritated. Will they tell us about fairies, too? Ooh, and I want to know if there are also mermaids out there –

  Your sarcasm is duly noted, I cut her off before turning to Kimberly. "Do you think this Seer can know something?"

  Zack rose suddenly from his chair. "This is stupid," he said angrily, voice on the verge of growling, "we need to go to Amarillo and figure all of this out ourselves."

  "I can't help but agree,"
Mike nodded along and looked at the Deity in the room with cold, contemplative look. "Say, Kim, in theory, how does a Necromancer resurrect people who died?"

  Surprise, Kim looked at the West Coast Pack alpha's adviser. "I'm not sure," he said slowly, thoughtfully, "but my brother told me once about a Necromancer he'd met in Logia, and so I can tell you what he told me."

  Ralph sighed. "Why does it matter anyway? What's done is done. Khloe and Carla are irrevocably together in one body."

  Mike scowled. "I know, but I still want to know the procedure. Maybe it will tell us something."

  "He's right," Eve spoke quietly, and looked at Kimberly. "Explain what you know, please."

  The Deity nodded. "According to Ambery," he began, "Necromancers can basically bring any living creature that died to life, be it human, vampire, werewolf, or an animal." He started pacing again as he launched into explanation. "There's one condition, however; the body must remain intact. Which means," Kimberly looked at me, "as in Khloe's case, the body had yet to turn into ashes, since she'd been resurrected in a week time after her death. Correct?"

  I nodded affirmatively.

  Kimberly sighed. "Since Carla died three years ago, I can safely assume that, Necromancer or not, her body had been dispersed a long time ago."

  Hearing that, Zack slammed his hand on the table. "So what's the point in even trying, then?" he asked, his bright eyes dancing in barely-stifled rage. "Even if we find that fucking Necromancer, Carla still doesn't have a body to return to!"

  "Calm down, Grey," Mike said quietly, glancing at the other man with irritation. "Let the Deity finish talking."

  Pursing his lips, Zack was about to snap something when Ralph said in an authoritative voice, "Sit, Zack. We need to hear the rest of it."

  Body shaking and his eyes filling with such agony my chest squeezed, Zack forced himself back onto the seat. I reached out for him with my eyes, wanting to somehow assure him that we would find an answer to this all, when the memories of last night invaded my mind and I lowered my gaze to the floor in shame.

  I'd told him, after all, that even if there was a chance for me to return to my own body, I wouldn't go for it, because I was as vain and selfish as he'd accused me of being. So what was the point in trying to soothe his ache, when all I wanted was for someone to soothe mine?

  After a long, pregnant pause, Kimberly finally resumed. "As I was saying, it should be impossible to raise someone back to life from ashes. But," he glanced at me, "there's an exception to everything.

  "You see, Ambery might've mentioned that even Necromancers couldn't be raised from ashes, but he said nothing about Demonomancers."

  "Which brings us back to the start of it all," Eve said, frowning in concentration. "How can we tell if Carla's potential is that of a Necromancer or a Demonomancer?"

  "That's the thing," Kimberly finally stopped pacing again. "Every Demonomancer must be a Necromancer, but not every Necromancer can be a Demonomancer. Demonomancy, the magic to raise demons, is not just extremely rare, but it's almost extinct. In order for a Necromancer to become a Demonomancer, they need to have an unusual amount of powers, for raising demons is a much more complicated, intricate form of magic."

  "What are those demons anyway?" Ralph inquired, his eyes focused on Kimberly as though he was an interesting prey.

  "I don't know," Kimberly shook his head. "Ambery doesn't know exactly, either. He'd never seen one, and Demonomancy is so rare, it became almost a dark legend. The last Demonomancer ever known to either Logia or Earth has been dead for a long time."

  Appearing on the verge of losing his temper again, Zack sniped, "Okay, so how do we determine what Carla is?"

  The was he said what made me rigid with pain. Venturing a glance in my mate's direction, I found his eyes on me, full of hate. The look sliced me like a knife. Any shards of the Zack I kissed back in Houston were gone. This one looked like a man who was lost and misguided in a mess that was, unfortunately, now related to him as well.

  My arms flew around me in a pure defensive instinct and I wanted to crawl into myself. "I'm an abomination," I whispered, for the first time since my arrival to Lumen fully understanding what Kimberly said I was. "I was supposed to stay dead, supposed to wander aimlessly in the void for the rest of the afterlife. I wasn't supposed to be brought back to life; Khloe was. And not only did I use her for my own selfish reasons, but now the situation sucks for two more innocent men." I began to shiver. "It's all because of me. Because I'm, apparently, a Necromancer."

  No one said anything to that and I didn't dare to look up, because I knew what I would find. I would find them unable to look at me, because they all knew I was right. I started this mess. Had it not been for me clinging desperately onto Khloe, we wouldn't be here, in this situation, right now. They wouldn't have been feeling it was their duty to help me. I was a monster laying in wait, and when whatever powers I might have would finally arise, I'd never be truly, fully human again.

  As though I hadn't spoken, Kimberly put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We will go practice now," he said softly, his kind eyes on mine. I felt heat coming from his touch, and suddenly all tension in my body evaporated, as though it didn't exist in the first place. Instead of fearful and scared, I felt sudden tranquility that was probably false. But peace was better than feeling like I'd been suckered punch.

  I nodded and rose. "Okay."

  Ralph looked at Zack and Mike. "You go with her and make sure nothing too weird affects anyone else." He glanced at Eve. "Babe, can you please call for June while they're at it? I need to discuss the Hunters with her."

  Eve nodded and, with Ralph and Eve going to their own way, Kimberly, Zack, Mike and I went to see if I was truly the Necromancer they claimed me to be.

  The backyard of the Pack House opened before us as we exited the building. When we were out in the cold, noon air, Kimberly turned to the guys and said, "I need one of you to kill a small animal. It can be a rabbit or a mouse or something similar."

  Zack said nothing as he suddenly shifted. I looked at him, mesmerized for a fleeting moment, when suddenly a big, dark brown wolf stood next to me, his eyes a mix of silver and green. He was beautiful, the wolf, and I stared at him, both perplexed and stunned. I'd never seen a werewolf shifting shapes before my own life before, and it was as magnificent as the nature surrounding me was.

  Mike glanced at the wolf and nodded. "Good choice," he said lowly, "you need to run your anger off."

  Growling at him, the wolf that was Zack gave an odd wolfish nod at Kimberly before he took off into the woods that stood right at the end of the yard. When he disappeared, Kimberly turned to me. "While Mr Grey hunts some prey for us, we need to work on getting you to reach your magic."

  Realizing this was going to take a while, Mike fetched a resting chair and plopped himself onto it. Meanwhile, I merely nodded. The Deity continued. "Before we can do this, I need Khloe to try and retreat as far as she can into another end of your mind. I don't want you finding your magic when she's a constant presence in your head, or the consequences would reflect on her psyche."

  At that, Mike didn't look so relaxed anymore. "Is it dangerous for her?" he asked, voice cold and jaw locked.

  Aww, he's worried about me! Khloe cooed in my head.

  Of course he's worried, I commented, you're his mate. He doesn't want you to be harmed in any way, even if it's your soul we're talking about. I don't want you harmed, too.

  Aren't you both just the sweetest, at her cynical voice, I shook my head and returned my attention to Kimberly, who was saying, "It won't be dangerous if Khloe does as I said."

  In my head, Khloe said, Fine. I'm retreating so you can work your weird juju. Make it count, though, 'cause tomorrow my body is entirely mine, as promise.

  As promised, I repeated, and felt suddenly as Khloe's constant presence dimmed. It took a few moments before, for the first time in five months, I felt as though my mind was truly my own. It felt freeing, almost relaxing, and I couldn't h
elp but smile with the relief. "She's done as you said," I told the Deity.

  Nodding in understanding, Kimberly sat on the ground eastern-style and motioned for me to do the same. Once I was seated before him, he instructed, "Close your eyes, and focus on your breathing."

  Feeling a little out of my league, I shut my eyes and breathed deeply, in and out. After a few moments of merely breathing, Kimberly said, "Now I want you to fixate on your heartbeat. It's important for you to be connected to your body, even if this body is currently not your original one."

  I listened to my heart beating, concentrating on its rhythm. As the minutes flew by, I heard it slowing down, matching my relaxed state of mind. When I felt loose and calm, the Deity spoke again. "Good, Carla. Very good. Now that you're entirely focusing on your body, I want you to try and reach out with your sensed to the world around you. I want you to use every means you can think of to sense both Mike and me, sitting not too far away from you, and trying to feel for other, less significant things, like the leaves scattered all over the yard, the trees, the branches, the grass. Try to connect with the nature around you, for nature is the source of all magic."

  Letting my concentration lift off my own anatomy, I tried to spread out my senses as he'd said. I attempted to feel for the grass underneath me, for the two living beings close to me, to everything else. At the first few minutes, I felt nothing but the wind whistling coldly around me. Then, as I frowned and kept at it, I suddenly felt it.

  I felt the grass. It had a potent feeling to it I'd never before sensed. I concentrated on the part of my consciousness that sensed it, and found myself feeling it breathing, alive and healthy all around me. The more I concentrated, the more I felt the parts of which the grass was made of, every little thorny part, the earth it grew from, and the longer I spread this sense, I felt for the leaves Kimberly had talked about, counted them one by one, knew their exact place regarding to where I sat, and as I spread that weird, sixth sense of mine, I felt for the two presences I could surprisingly distinguish as the Deity and Mike. Mike had more of an earthy sense to him, while the Deity felt almost ethereal, like a presence from another planet entirely, something not entirely from this world