Fall (The Ragnarok Prophesies) by Morgen A.K

Author:Morgen, A.K. [Morgen, A.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781620073469
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: 2013-10-04T00:00:00+00:00

Fuki reappeared a few minutes later, panting as if he’d run the length of the woods and back. He danced at my heels, his relief at being out of the car again evident. I reached down and stroked his muzzle, unable to keep from smiling at him and the excited babble he sent into my thoughts. He really was like a child, his thoughts disjointed and full of meaningless chatter, even when underscored with melancholy.

Chelle watched him with a slight frown on her face. She’d accepted his presence without complaint thus far, but she couldn’t quite hide her nervousness. To her, Fuki was a wolf. Not a friend, not a baby, but a wolf. And unlike the shifters she knew, Fuki didn’t walk around on two legs and drink milk straight from the gallon part of the time. He didn’t go home at the end of the day and cook dinner. He was wild, but he wasn’t dangerous. Not to her, anyway.

“Do you want to touch him?” I asked, hoping to ease her fear.

Fuki yipped his approval of my plan. Like Buka, he loved when I scratched between his ears or rubbed his fur between my fingers. The thought of having someone else to do that for him when I was busy excited him.

Touch, touch, touch, touch ran through his mind in a happy rumble, more impression and emotion than actual speech. That made me feel a little better. Even if leaving the pack behind made him sad, it hadn’t broken his spirit.

Chelle whipped her head in my direction, her eyes wide. The wind caught her hair, flinging it into her face. She battled the mess back, tucked it into the back of her dark hoodie, then looked between Fuki and me. “Um…”

“He wants you to touch him,” I said, giving her an encouraging smile.

Ronan looked on, not commenting. Even if he did feel sorry for Fuki, I couldn’t imagine him befriending the little wolf. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine Ronan doing a lot of things. He was too silent, too imposing, too… Ronan.

Would he ever seem completely human to me?

Chelle hesitated for a long moment and then she squared her shoulders and nodded. She reached out bravely and put her hand on Fuki’s neck. He quivered beneath her palm, the wordless chant in his mind morphing from touch, touch, touch to friend, friend, friend, friend. He reminded me so much of Buka the first time I touched her, all wide, wolfy eyes and brimming curiosity.

Chelle rubbed her hand along his neck. “He’s so soft.” She sounded surprised.

“Yeah,” I murmured, smiling down at Fuki as he rumbled his appreciation and wriggled, trying to get her hand between his ears where he wanted it. “They’re all soft like that.”

Chelle laughed a little at Fuki’s maneuvering. “What’s it like to hear his thoughts?” she asked.

Ronan’s attention shifted to me.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, uncomfortable at having him focus on me so fully. “Have you ever known when the phone was going to ring before it made a sound?”

Chelle nodded.

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