The Language of Care
Pulling out my phone, I grinned at my Mate as I dialled a number I knew by heart. No, not my brothers or sisters. My mother. An Alliance seat-holder and the female Ambassador to the Starlight Coven. I knew she would likely be the best option possible for knowing what, if anything, she knew. “Hello, my darling,” she said as soon as the lines connected. “Is there a particular reason why my son is contacting me out of the blue? You don’t normally ask for anything without first trying for yourself.” I grinned. “Hey, Momma. I was wondering if there were any Starlight records about a magic user or multiple users that may have served as council to the Arctic Shield pack.” There was silence for a beat, then a deep exhale. She hummed, and I could hear her moving toward something. “You’re in luc
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