“It’s almost like a magnet, some enormous magnet, keeps pulling me to you, and I don’t think it’s unnatural. I think it could be…but, I’m afraid to say it. I don’t even dare to imagine it,” Reyland rasped, speaking faster now.
“I have no wolf, and you, you are connected to a mystical one.”
“But, I’m…I seem to be…” he paused, looking away for the first time. He turned back to Marian and edged forward, toward her.
“I am affected by your blood.”
“Different from how your father’s affects me.”
Marian stood abruptly, pushing her chair back by over six feet. The only reason it did not go further was the wall it slammed against.
“What?” Marian growled, her eyes flashing.
Reyland stared up at her, open-mouthed, as he had been cut off mid-sentence.
He exhaled, his chest slumping, his lips s
