Reborn Luna (Hope and Keith) novel Chapter 47

27.Another memory–1

Hope

After the gathering, I slip past the remaining pack. Keith is gone, Jace is speaking low with Papa. I stand alone in the clearing.

I should feel peace. They did the right thing. But I’m restless, unsettled

I close my eyes. I feel him–Keith–like a memory I can’t reach. His absence is heavier than his presence.

What did he want, really? Didn’t stick around. I never knew him to give up easily. Maybe he thought his part

was done. Or maybe… maybe not.

A gust of warm wind moves the leaves.

With a steadying breath, I walk towards home.

“Hope,” Emma’s voice calls, and it anchors me in place.

I turn and see her eyes are fixed on me, bright and searching, as she closes the distance between us.

Her hand reaches, hesitates, then grips my arm. “There you are. I almost thought I had to go all the way to

the main house to catch you.”

“I’m here,” I whisper.

Emma brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You okay?”

I draw in a breath. “I’m…” My voice trembles more than I expected. “I’m okay.”

She nudges me gently toward a bench nestled under an old oak. Light filters through the leaves, casting moving patterns onto the bricks. I sit. She stays standing, leaning forward like she wants to keep me from drifting too far.

“I would say I’m sad to watch them go but that would be an unnecessary lie,” she says.

“I don’t know how I feel. I mean I’m glad Tyler faced justice but I don’t see how any pack would want them after this and I know how hard being a loner will be.”

“Whatever happens to them, it’s not your fault,” Emma says gently. “Tyler is a grown male, he knew what he was doing and his mother and sister picked their side.”

We sit in silence and I let myself be comforted by Emma’s presence. After a few minutes of watching the sky change from warm pinks and oranges to the first violet blooms of nightfall I ask, “Is it good news?”

“That depends on how you look at it.”

“Do I have magic,” I rephrase.

“Yes, you do. From the test we can confirm that you weren’t transported back in time, you were walking in the future living a version of it.”

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“A versiun?” I inquire, surprised.

Don’t look so surprised,” she pats my hand gently. “Would you be able to change your date if it was fixed?”

“I guess not.” I trace the lining of my cargo pants.

Go to our mate. He waits for us, my wolf implores.

Now is not the time, respond.

“So what’s next?” I ask.

“Now we work on helping you understand it and then eventually control it.”

I frown.” That doesn’t sound like something I can learn in a weekend.”

Emma’s laugh helps to release some of my burrowing stress. “No I don’t think you can. This gift of yours, it is rare and there’s no one alive who can act as your mentor so we will both be working on a learning curve.

Normally, those with gifts would learn to control their powers with an older magic wielder who has the same power. The senior wielder would act as a mentor until they determine that the shifter has enough control to go out on their own.

Without the presence of a living memory walker me and Emma will be going in blind.

I let them information sink in but amongst the storm of questions one floated to the top.

“Where does that leave me with Keith?”

“What do you mean?” Emma told me her head.

I swallow hard. “I almost rejected him last night.”

She says nothing, giving me the strength to gather my courage to continue. “I think it would have been a mistake if I did.”

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