Page 60 of Shifted Fate (Broken Luna #1)

“Darkness surrounds this pack. If the Three Spirited one takes too long to figure it out, or the Shaman falls into the hands of the tainted Alphas, the world as we know it will be lost. Darkness and evil will seep into the world and corrupt everything bright.” I felt my body turn and looked down at the little wolf. “You need to hide her.”

I heard an intake of breath and my mother’s hands came up to cup my face. “The Three Spirited one?” I felt her lean in. “Who is the Three Spirited one?”

I felt my head tilt. “You know who the Three Spirited one is. Luna, you need to find out the truth of your past, before you ruin your future.” She shuddered, but pulled me into her arms.

“Carl?” My mother’s voice trembled, and I wanted to reassure her, but I wasn’t myself.

“I know it’s terrifying. But just like me, Amy will come out of it.”

“What is it? She has done nothing like this before.”

“What changed lately?”

“Nothing.” My mother started, but then stopped.

“The beginning of the summer, she woke up and was just different.” I heard her shift.

“She said she needed to hide her scent, and I called my ex. I knew that his family had power. It wasn’t really hidden in the pack.

And he could help her. She came back with an unfamiliar scent, but that’s it. ”

“Wolves can’t change their scent, not alone, and not for long.” Carl’s voice was strong but quiet. “The only way for Amy to have changed her scent would be if the Goddess herself granted her the power of her father.”

“What does that even mean?”

“There are some wolves that come from a family that have human ancestors, ones that have powers.”

“Yeah, Gavin’s grandmother had power. Well, he said she did.”

“Any descendants of hers will have to go through an awakening. Just like a Shaman. If their powers are awakened and they are able to balance them with their wolves, then they can shift and use their Goddess given power.”

“Three Spirited…” I heard her intake of breath. “Goddess no.”

Carl was quiet for a minute. “Have you told her?”

“No.”

“You have to. She needs to know.” Carl shifted.

“The Three Spirited one already knows. She has been watching.” My voice was thick and foreign.

“Carl?”

“She is right, she has three. Her wolf, her human witch, and-”

“Stop.” My mother’s voice was sharp. “Not here.”

“Fine, but you will have to tell her soon. She obviously has things she has to do, and if you keep her in the dark too long, you might jeopardize everything.”

The two of them were quiet for a minute. “What are you going to do?” My mother questioned.

“I’m going to listen to your daughter. I’m going to pack up and take Carly with me.”

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know. We have nowhere safe.”

The voice came from me. “Silvermoon will be a safe haven for you and your child. There is a pathway under the gazebo. Take it to the sea. You will find a burnt husk of a cabin there. Rebuild. She will be safe there from all who wish to find her.”

“Daddy?” Her soft voice was terrified. “What happened?”

“Hey baby.” Carl’s voice softened. “How are you feeling?”

“Are you going to leave me now?” Her voice quivered, and I heard Carl choke up.

“Not yet, baby. But soon.”

My eyes finally started to clear. “He will never truly leave you, young Shaman. That I can promise. Our ancestors live on through us. And he will watch over you.” The voice was softer, and when my vision fully cleared, I held her face in my hands.

“Amy…you promise?”

“I promise.” I kissed her head, and she sighed.

“I saw what’s to come.” Her voice was stronger. “I know my daddy will go, but you will be there with me. Every step of the way.”

“Of course I will.” I didn’t even think about it. I promised to take this baby in.

“Amy!” My mom cut in, but Carly looked up at her.

“I know my daddy asked you, but you have your own path, and she and I have our own.” Her voice was so much older than it should have been.

I looked at my mom. “She’s right. I don’t know how we know, just that she is meant to be mine.” I looked at Carl. “You feel it as well.” He just nodded. I turned back to my mother. “It seems we have a lot to talk about.”

I watched her swallow and then nod. “Yes, I think we do.” She turned to Carl. “We have to go. We have spent too much time here as it is. But I will come back tomorrow.”

Carl shook his head. “Don’t bother, I’ll be leaving tonight.” He hugged Carly closer. “Can you call Gavin for me?”

My mother shivered, but I pulled out my phone. I dialed my father’s number. “Amy? Is everything okay?” His voice came over the line and I felt the part of my soul settle. Every time I leave him and the pack, I leave a part of myself back there.

“Yeah Daddy. Everything is okay. I have a favor to ask you.”

“Whatever it is, it’s yes.” He chuckled. “You know I could never say no to you.”

“Please. Just listen.” He heard the seriousness in my voice, and his chuckle trailed off.

“Okay baby. What can I help with?”

“Have you ever had a feeling?” I stumbled over my words. I didn’t know how to explain it.

“I need more of an explanation, Amy.”

“Have you ever met a shaman…”

“Your mother introduced you to Carl?” His voice was surprised. “How is the old bastard?”

Carl chuckled. “I’m good Gavin.” I hit the speakerphone and my father’s surprise filtered through. I saw my mom sag against the shelf at his voice.

“Carl, it’s good to hear your voice.” They went through the idle chitchat that people do, and then my father steered the call back to the matter at hand. “This isn’t why you called, is it?”

“No.” Carl’s voice was frank. “I need your help.”

“You need my help? And you convinced Amy to help you?” He sounded a little taken aback.

“No daddy. I had…” I looked at Carl. “I don’t know what happened.”

“She had a vision of sorts.” Carl tried to help.

“A vision?”

“Is that normal with your line?” Carl hedged his bet.

“Not with me, but my grandmother did.” My father became quiet. “What did you see?”

“Destruction. Death. The end of our kind,” Carly and I said together.

“What is going on, Amy?”

“Carly’s come into her power.” I watched as Carl tried to push down his feelings.

“Who’s Carly?” My dad asked.

“Carl’s four-year-old daughter.” I looked down at the girl, but she shook her head.

“I’m four and a half.” Her little voice made me smile.

“Oh Carl. I am so sorry.” My dad comforted him, but he was already shaking his head.

“Nothing you should apologize for.”

“What can I do?”

“Grandma’s cabin…They need to go there.”

“It’s a burnt husk baby, you saw that for yourself.”

“Carl will rebuild it with Carly. When the cabin is done…” I trailed off, I looked up and met his eyes. He gave a small nod. Carl knew and understood that as soon as the cabin was rebuilt, his time was up.

“We can’t stay here.” Carl put out.

“You are more than welcome back.” My dad was quiet for a moment. “Does your mother know? I don’t want her to be surprised by this. I don’t want to hurt her.” I watched as a tear slipped down her face, and she turned away.

“Yeah daddy, she knows.” I looked back at Carly. “If Carly falls into the wrong hands, then everything we are trying to protect will fall.”

“I understand.” He was quiet. “This is becoming a bigger mess than I thought possible way faster than I expected.”