What is She?
*Hezzlie*
Dr. Bolton leaves my room, and silence settles around me.
Sure, I’ve heard the term “soul mates” lots of times in my life, but I didn’t think they actually existed. I haven’t had that much experience with dating, though I’ve often hoped to meet a wonderful man, get married, start a family, that sort of thing.
But now that Dr. Bolton has explained what my wolf meant by “mate,” I have a better understanding of what this means in terms of being a wolf shifter. I’m supposed to be with Rowan.
I’m supposed to marry him.
I’m supposed to be the queen of this kingdom and give him… pups or something.
I sit in my chair and stare out the window at my father’s castle in the distance and wonder how that would work exactly. Would I be able to make peace between these two kingdoms?
What if my father would’ve known about me and raised me there. I don’t know if there would’ve been room for my mother or not because I know next to nothing about King Solomon, but there’s always the possibility I might’ve been raised by my dad and not my mom. I can’t imagine my life without my mom, but what if I had been? Would I have been able to prevent the attack that happened here?
Sighing, I decide it doesn’t matter. That’s in the past. And I won’t be able to do anything about it in the future either because I won’t be with Rowan. What happens when someone’s mate doesn’t want them?
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see my mother asking me how my day is going. I haven’t told her anything about what’s happening here recently. Only that my nightmares have stopped. Of course, she thinks that means I’m going to be able to come home soon.
I will leave it to someone else to tell her I’m probably not coming home any time soon.
I text her back that I’m fine and then put my phone away. I want to get out of this room. I want to talk to someone or go somewhere. I can’t do any of those things. Rowan made it abundantly clear that I won’t be leaving this room again anytime soon. So all I can do is wait.
Wait for someone to show up to talk to me.
Wait for someone to tell me what happens next.
Wait to be sent over the mountains, exchanged for the woman he’s choosing to marry instead of me–the woman he’s meant to marry.
***
*Rowan*
I’ve done a decent job of forgetting that I’m waiting for my phone to ring by throwing myself into my work, so when it actually rings, I’m caught off guard. I set the report I’m reviewing aside and wait a moment or two, watching the flashing light. I finally pick it up and let all the irritation I’ve been feeling for years boil up again. “What?”
“Hold for King Solomon,” Marigold says. I grumble but don’t shout at her this time. I’m going to hold, and he’s going to take his time, and we all know it.
“Rowan?” he barks.
“What?” I ask again.
“Got the video.”
“And?”
He chuckles under his breath. “There’s no way this is real.”
I’m quiet for a second before I ask, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I mean, this girl is supposed to be half wolf shifter half human, right?”
“I don’t know, Solomon. She’s your fucking daughter. As far as I can tell, you’re mostly mangy dog, which would mean she’s not half wolf shifter, but what the fuck do I know?”
He growls at me, and I smile, glad that I’ve been able to get under his skin. “I’m far more powerful than you are in any form.”
“What do you want? You know it’s real. If you haven’t had an opportunity to analyze it yet, then send it to whoever the hell you have in your kingdom who is decent at their job, if there is anyone, and then you’ll know for certain.”
“Oh, I plan to analyze it,” he replies. “I just want you to know, this isn’t going to be done right away. It could take me a few days, maybe weeks, to make sure that you’re not fucking around with me.”
“No.” I lean forward on my desk. “You cannot take that long. I’m not going to continue to keep your despicable off-spring under my roof. You want her? You let me know by the end of the week. Otherwise, I get rid of her, and I’m not talking about dropping her off at her mother’s house.”
“You’re in no position to threaten me, you little shit!” he snarls. “You want your sister back? You’ll wait and do it on my time. Otherwise–”
“You have one week.” I slam down the phone, realizing even one week is too much time. I need Hezzlie out of here–now. I cannot go into the full moon with her just down the hallway from me, especially since she now knows that she is my mate.
Something I’ve just said ties together with Solomon’s question, though. I call Dean into my office through the mind-link. It takes him a while to arrive, but when he does, I can still see he’s pissy from the night before.
I don’t have time for anyone who isn’t completely loyal to me.
He sits across from me, his jaw tight with unsaid words.
“What, exactly, do you know about Hezzlie’s mother?”
His eyes widen slightly, and he shrugs. “Not all that much. Why?”
“Something Solomon said has me wondering… are we sure she’s human?” I lean back in my chair, pick up a pen, and start to tap it on the edge of my desk, something I know Dean hates.
“I… think so?” he replies. “Nothing showed up on Hezzlie’s blood tests that would show that she is anything less than half human. Why?”
“Because of her wolf,” I reply. “It’s powerful. And fucking fast. I want you to do some research. See if there’s any evidence her mother might be something else.”
“We know she’s not a wolf shifter,” he says.
I ignore that remark and say, “Also, there’s a chance Solomon might go looking for her. You might want to send some of our warriors to keep her safe.”
“Why not bring her here?”
“No way,” I say, practically cutting him off. “I don’t want Hezzlie to be that comfortable.”
He grunts but doesn’t argue with me. “Fine. I’ll send some guys. But… what the fuck do you think her mother might be?”
I’m not sure where the answer is, but it makes sense to me. “A witch.”
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