Page 95 of Dreams of Magic
He sighed, “Apparently the witch who wrote the prophecy went a little bonkers at some point, so the witches said she isn’t credible. Sabine said her visions near the end were all garbled and wishy- washy. But I’m not sure if they just said it so we wouldn’t take it seriously or because it was true. We are going to have to do our own research.”
She shrugged, “We’ve been doing that anyway.”
Sorcha wiggled a little like she was uncomfortable then said, “Could they be right though? And if they are, does that mean the prophecy is wrong?”
Marshall sat up so he could see her, “Honestly, I’m not sure. But if what Dimitri said is true, then other people believe it and want to use the information to their own advantage. Even if it is wrong, we still need to prepare for whatever storm is coming. Rhiannon was clear that something is happening.”
“Not that she told us what. I think we should look further into Andre. He is part of our history, right? And if he is the one causing problems, maybe it’s his beginning we need to know about.” Kenzie suggested.
Marshall sat up straighter, “That’s a brilliant idea. I didn’t even think about that. I bet Dad would know a little bit.”
Kenzie nodded, “Yea, maybe. He said they weren’t close though, even before Andre attacked them. I have a feeling there are secrets in his past that Chris and Rhiannon never knew.”
“You’re probably right, but we’ll still ask just in case. And we should probably look into Dad’s side of the family too, make sure we cover all the bases.” Marshall had a thoughtful look on his face, like he was trying to fit all the pieces together even with half the puzzle missing.
She placed a hand on his knee, “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”
He took her hand and squeezed it gently, “Yea we will.” Then he stood up and helped her to her feet as he nodded toward the other side of the ring, “Raven’s here along with the peanut gallery.”
Kenzie chuckled as she stood, “They’re all too grumpy to be the peanuts. Let’s not ruin Snoopy with that comparison.”
Marshall smiled and shook his head as Sorcha stood next to him, “I’m going to go see if Aiden needs any help. Um... That is if you still want me to be your assistant?”
Marshall nodded, “Yea absolutely. He should be in his office, I think. I told him you would be joining us, so he will put you to work.”
Sorcha blushed, “Okay, thank you again Marshall.”
“Sure. Have a great first day.”
As Sorcha started to head toward the house, Kenzie limped over to the railing to grab her water bottle.
Of course, Marshall noticed the limp, “Are you hurt?”
Kenzie sighed, “Jordan bit me on the ass. But it’s not that bad. Sorcha’s side is worse.” Too late, Kenzie realized what she said.
Marshall’s face turned furious, and he quickly caught up to Sorcha. He gently took her arm and turned her toward him and without warning, pulled up her shirt just enough to see the wound. When he saw the shallow lacerations, he growled, “I’m going to kill that damn wolf.”
Kenzie glanced away when she caught a glimpse of the other scars covering Sorcha’s body. She’d seen them before when they changed together, but she tried to be respectful and not stare. Some of them were horrible. Werewolves did not scar easily. Usually only a mortal wound would scar, unless the wound was made with iron.
Most legends of werewolves said that silver would harm them. Which of course if you stab someone with a silver dagger or shoot them with a silver bullet, it could kill them. But it doesn’t burn when it hits their blood the way iron does. It wouldn’t leave those scars the way iron would. Since a lot of the scars did not look fatal, Kenzie figured that was the only way she would have those marks.
Someone intentionally marred her for life.
Sorcha pushed him away and pulled her shirt back down, “It’s not that bad. And it wasn’t Jordan, it was Cassie. I moved too slow, and she clipped me, but it’s already started healing so don’t go all macho for no reason.”
He scowled at her, “I’m always macho and Cassie should have been more careful.”
Sorcha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “We are training. Fighting. There are bound to be a few injuries otherwise we aren’t doing it right. I’m guessing you don’t fuss over your guards when they get a little scratch, right?”
“Of course not, but they aren’t you.” Marshall had a stubborn look on his face, “I don’t want you training anymore if you’re going to get hurt.”
Sorcha shoved his chest, though he didn’t even rock back, “You are such a jerk! You can’t tell me what to do. I have to train. I will not be helpless.”
Marshall caught Sorcha’s hands and held them, “Actually, I can darlin. I’m your Alpha, remember? You have to do what I say, and I forbid it.”
Sorcha gasped, “You wouldn’t. Marshall, please. I need to do this.”
Kenzie had stayed out of the conversation, but if Marshall was anywhere near as stubborn as she was, he might try to get his way. Sorcha was right though. This had to be her choice. Kenzie knew Marshall just didn’t want to see Sorcha hurt anymore and he was letting his emotions rule, but this was a part of Sorcha finding her strength.