Page 58 of The Hunter's Heart
“Thanks for asking, I was wondering myself,” Mia said.
“Hey, I have to watch out for my bestie.”
“When you’re done with the ceremony, give the book to Doc and I’ll pick it up,” she said.
“You could come to the ceremony,” Mia said. “We wouldn’t know about it if it weren’t for you.”
“I’d love to, but my dad asked me to be his date to one of his boring fae military balls that night.”
“Sounds fun,” Brynn said.
Kismet said goodbye, and Brynn walked her through the kitchen and out onto the back deck.
“Can I ask you a question?” Kismet said.
“Sure.”
“Is there a wolf in your pack with dark gray fur and a white patch on his chest?”
Brynn looked thoughtful. “A few of the pack members have white patches, but specifically on the chest? I’m not sure.”
Acksel wrapped his arms around Brynn and said, “Ren. He’s the pack beta. Why?”
Kismet’s heart fluttered, and she was surprised her wings weren’t twitching in interest, too. “No reason, just curious.”
“I hope you can come back and visit,” Brynn said.
“Me, too.”
Kismet stepped off the porch and opened a portal. She’d come back to Wilde Creek to find out who Ren was, and hopefully she’d figure out what her dream meant. Maybe it was nothing, but maybe it was something amazing.
Time would tell.
Stepping into the portal, she whisked away to her home, her thoughts on Wilde Creek.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Mia rolled off Lucian with a satisfied purr, her skin glowing and her eyes flashing to the amber of her wolf. The full moon, he was coming to understand, was a veryhottime for wolves. His sweetheart had been insatiable all day long, and his own beast had ensured that Lucian had zero problems keeping up with her.
She snuggled close, her eyes bright with happiness.
Glancing at the clock, he saw that they needed to get ready to go to the alphas’ to prepare for the oathing ceremony, but he also wasn’t in a hurry to move from his super-comfy position as Mia’s personal body pillow.
“I really don’t want to leave,” she said.
He chuckled. “Are you psychic? I was just thinking the same thing.”
“It seems crazy that a month has passed already.” She straightened her arms and looked down at him. “Are you sure about this? We can still change our minds and go to your dad’s.”
“Unless you don’t want me to do this, sweetheart, I’m still one hundred percent in.”
Kismet had brought an old fae book to Acksel’s. Lucian and Acksel had read the ceremony and history behind it. Apparently fae royalty were in the business of using berserkers as guards for millennia. Lucian thought that most likely the reason that no one really knew anything about berserkers was because they were more inclined to be around fae than humans. His dad had heard about oathing ceremonies, but hadn’t wanted to do that himself.
“I do. I just don’t want you to do something just because you know I want it.”
She was so sweet. He’d known that ever since he met her when he went to live with his grandparents. Her and Mal’s parents had come to say hello, and Mia had offered him a sucker. It was pink and white, and had tasted like strawberries and cream.
“I want to do this. First, because I’ll be a part of the pack and able to hang out at the alphas’ home and keep watch over the mates and kids, which will include you and your little mini-me soon enough. And second, because this is something I’ve wanted since I walked away from the hunters. I get to be with you on the full moon, and I get to use my berserker for something good. Being a pack guard is…well, it’s more than I deserve.”