It was easy to dismiss the idea I was a real white wolf.
I was sure that Zaahra had been mistaken, and that Ares had convinced himself that I was really a white wolf because that was what he wanted to see.
What had just happened… I had just done something that I didn’t think I could do. I knew what Ares was thinking, without even knowing he was there.
He was still in shock, I think. I should have been just as shocked, but I was staring past him to the pile of things at the opposite side of the river as if it was crazy he had left everything there to be with me like this.
“Morrigan, I…”
“… always knew that I had this power deep within me waiting to break free?”
My tone was a little more mocking than I intended, but I was not going to let myself get over-excited about this when it cou
