I took a breath and tried to steady myself as Lyka’s memories kept flowing freely. Was Sela his mate? Weren’t they fated mates? They acted like they couldn’t stand each other.
I took another breath and withdrew from the little hut in the swamp. The world stopped shuddering around me, as if Lyka had breathed a sigh of relief.
“What did you see?” Fenris asked.
“I’m not done yet,” I said, flipping the pages wildly to find another spell I’d marked as interesting. There was something about the way Sela had kept staring daggers at Lyka…
Ah! Here it is! The spell that could help a shifter find their fated mate. “I need to do something else. Just do exactly what you did before.”
Fenris nodded, resuming his silence as I scanned the handwriting quickly, not wanting to lose anything. I took a br
