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potions, Marvin?”
    He releases my hands and chuckles. “One would think I’ve lost it, but I have not. You have a heavy weight on your shoulders and others are counting on you. You mustn’t let them or yourself down.”
    “ Pfft .” Syd says, “What kind of power is a wolf that can’t shift going to have? Nothing. You’re feeding her a line.”
    “My dear,” he says, inching around me to focus on Syd, “if I were you, I’d watch your mouth. You never know when it will come back to bite you.” She huffs but says nothing.
    “Marvin, this is a lot for me to take in.” He nods. “How? When?”
    “Those are other things I cannot answer.” This sounds like the beginning of one of the horror movies I watch, only this time I seem to be one of its stars. How in the hell did this happen? He levels his gaze at me. “And you need to keep practicing. It is of the utmost importance.”
    “My shifting?” I ask, hesitantly.
    “That and the other.”
    The ability to move things with my mind. It really is my power. Holy shit. I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling like the desert, and my stomach plummets farther. Not only do I have to find my mate immediately, I also have to hone in my power and learn to shift. How am I supposed to do that?
     

     
    THE RIDE HOME IS quiet. Almost too quiet in an eerie way. Hell, even my sisters are quietly fuming and that’s a miracle. My mother keeps turning and stealing glances at me, but says nothing. And I haven’t missed my father’s looks of surprise in the rearview mirror. They are both irritated with me and I knew they would be, but there is also concern written on their faces. The unspoken questions I see in them only make my decision to keep it from them harder and guilt rises. But I’m having a shit time dealing with this, too—going from knowing nothing and my life being blank to needing to find my mate, learn my power, shift, and helping be someone’s light. I need some time and I really don’t want to discuss why I defied the pull of my mate right now to my parents.
    Jumping out of the SUV, I shut the door behind me. “I’m going to go for a run. I’ll be back in a bit.” My words come out in a rush as I move, not wanting to give them the opportunity to stop me.
    “Why don’t you come in for a while? What you just learned is a lot to take in,” Mom says, and she is not wrong, but I keep moving.
    “I just need to run for a while to clear my head.” Even though I can’t shift, I still find running in the woods is one of my favorite things to do, and I love the peacefulness it brings. Our pack is on the outskirts of town with lush woods all around us. We’ve never had any issues with humans, or anyone for that matter. We keep to ourselves and others stay away.
    “Be careful, sweetheart.” This comes from my father.
    I give my parents a small smile and take off through the dense brush. It’s still dusk, allowing the sunlight to peer through the limbs of the trees. It is a beautiful sight and any other time I’d enjoy it, but right now I need to run.
    How in the world is all of this going to work? How am I going to be able to do whatever it is that I have to do? How is someone like me supposed to help? Not to mention, I have to find my mate. The weight of that is heavy. It’s not really a choice at this point. Why? Why me? What do I have that is special? Nothing. I’ve moved something twice. Twice. And haven’t been able to do so again.
    My feet pound through the leaves as I rush past the trees with ease.
    What if my mate hates the fact that I can’t shift? I know what my mother said and I hope to the Heavens that she’s right, but what if she’s not? What if he feels burdened or my lack of shifting wears badly on him? Then what? I’d love some answers, some real answers.
    Running on the outskirts of town, I hear the hustle and bustle of cars along with people’s conversations. The trees rustle and off in the distance, a bunny hops quickly away from