Reborn Luna (Hope and Keith) novel Chapter 48

27.Another memory–2

“You said you think. Why are you not sure?”

“Because I’m still afraid. I’m still hurt. I still feel betrayed and I can’t wrap my mind around a situation

where it would be okay for him to do something like that to me if he loved me.” My voice cracks as I admit the next part out loud. “He was going to marry Lilith.”

Emma growl makes me start. She never gets pissed.

Never.

When I look at her the rage in her eyes could melt steel. Her boy is still, eyes flashing like she’s deep in

conversation with her wolf.

“Emma?” I call.

“Sorry.” She shakes her head. “That just…..something about that feels sinister.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. The mating bond physically doesn’t allow you to take another if your fated mate is alive. Your wolf won’t accept them and a male as strong as Keith would never be able to do it. Not without intervention of some sort.”

“You think magic was involved?” I can’t hide the shock in my voice.

“I wouldn’t rule it out,” Emma says looking around. “Enough of that talk for now. We could be overheard. For now, I have this for you.”

She dug into the satchel at her hip and pulled out three leather bound books. “These are all the books! found on waking memory, I have two more coming here from a friend. I want you to start reading them. It’s time you learned all you can do.”

I take the stack of books, and hug them to my chest.

My wolf hums, and for the first time since I’ve come back from my waking memory I felt like things were starting to make sense.

***

I’m hunched over my spell books again, the pages worn thin from generations of Witchen blood. I haven’t left my room much in three days. Keith is still here but I know the timeline for that is thinning.

I’m going to have to talk to him soon. To face him and see where we are at.

Right now though, learning is what matters. After reading through the first volume I got the sense that my waking memory was a warning and it was my job to figure out what it was trying to tell me.

My fingers drift over the sigils, tracing lines etched centuries ago. I whisper the incantation under my breath.

A flicker of light sparks above the binding, warm and powerful, and my heart flutters. I offer a small

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triumphant smile.

“That was… good,” I murmur outloud, closing the book.

I’ve only just tried to start casting some of the simple spells within the book but I took to them rather quickly.

Like something was sleeping inside me and now it is waking up.

Looking at the clock I notice the time and sigh.

12:30

That’s been happening a lot lately too.

I lose track of time easily when I’m studying my spells.

”

Knowing I have to meet Papa and Tessa tomorrow at the training field. I pack everything in for the night and took myself into my bed for a good night’s rest.

Darkness.

A howl of wind.

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I stumble forward, barefoot on slick rock. Moonlight glints off a floor strewn with mist. I brush a hand along a cold stone, and then I’m there–on the edge.

The branches curl like claws towards me, like they’re getting ready to push me over.

A twig snaps behind me and I spin on my

heel.

Keith stands, his board back to me. His coat flaps in the wind; his hair is mussed.

“Keith?” My voice is breathless.

He doesn’t turn to face me.

“Keith!” I scream louder but my voice can’t reach him.

He says nothing as he continues to stare down into the blackness of the drop.

It happens in slow motion. His leg moves to take a step.

I reach out, screaming.“Don’t.”

He steps forward, arms stretched open as if he is embracing his fate.

And my heart falls with him.

I bolt upright. My body is trembling, bile rising up my throat.

The full moon glows through my window and I squint against the sudden light.

It was just a dream, wasn’t it?

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Or was it another memory? Another possibility?

My pulse thumps painfully in my ears.

“Keith,” I whisper.

My wolf is frantic, demanding that I search for our mate to make sure he is alright. That he is whole.

My voice cracks with the echo of pain I felt watching him jump off that cliff.

I can’t go to him now, but that doesn’t mean I’m helpless.

There is something I can do.

I claw at the covers, stumbling over to my desk to pull out one of my spell books.

The pages of my spell book rustle as I dog through it for the passage I read about dreams and their significance.

Heat flares in my chest as I read through the words.

A warning.

From the waking memory, for this new life.

Emma was right.

Something’s wrong.

I’m starting to think that I wasn’t the target after all. That the true victim is Keith and I was just an obstacle

in their way.

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