Nerves had me pausing, gripping his waist, as I stared into his eyes.
Somehow he knew, because his touches turned light, giving me a moment to breathe. He stroked my mating marks reverently as he spoke, tracing the swirling patterns with blunt fingertips.
“My gorgeous mate, I would like to present you with your second gift.”
I nodded, too nervous to speak.
“I’ve found a high shaman, of a nearby Athabascan pack of wolves. Their histories are older, deeper than ours. He is ancient and wasn’t here for the great pack gathering. However, I’ve secured his promise to let us visit on their pack lands. While I don’t know what’s happening to your magic, I know that he will. He has agreed to assess and direct us on how to heal your magic. He thinks there might be something hindering your connecti
