Sean. Virginie T.

back and hugs her, staring at me in an unmistakable gesture for me. My alpha still marks his territory. Their bond is however sealed, no risk that a person could interfere between them, and their love is deep, but that does not prevent him from being jealous of all males who approach her.

      – What did you say to make my wife so happy? It’s my role to make her smile.

      Sevana turns slightly to rub her nose against his cheek. She quickly learned to tame the cheetah with little attentions. Touch is essential between two soul mates.

      – Calm down my teddy bear, he just made a joke.

      I explode with laughter when hearing this nickname, followed by Owen, Liam and Nate, who arrived at that moment. Connor groans softly.

      – My angel, stop calling me that in front of everyone or no member of the pack will respect me.

      – Don't be silly. You are a ferocious plush and everyone knows it.

      My hilarity and that of my companions redoubled while Connor bit her earlobe to punish her. Sevana then turns around to kiss him and it is better that I intervene or I will once again be forced to run like a thief so as not to witness their lovemaking, and we will never know why our friend asked us to become. So I clear my throat to let them know we are there.

      – Sorry. Thanks for coming guys. I'm going to be direct. I have no time to waste, I want to put my partner back in my bed as soon as possible.

      The burning glance that they exchange confirms it to us. It is better that our meeting be short.

      – Sevana's friend may be in danger. We need your opinion.

      – OK. Let’s sit outside and tell us all about it.

      The chalet of our alpha is surrounded by table and chairs to be able to gather the whole pack here. So we take a seat around one of them, Sevana on Connor's lap, as usual. These two can't stand not touching each other. I hope to fell this communion of souls one day, like many metamorphs. Our leader then begins his story.

      – Something has been bothering me since we got home and I just find it. Nate, you can give me your impression since you met her. It is Ashley, Sevana’s nursing colleague

      The bear nods.

      – I remember her. A little blonde with green eyes. She had been attacked at the same time as Sevana, but nothing bad.

      – Absolutely. And do you remember what she told us when we met her?

      Our friend is thinking. We could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. He is more brilliant for action than for reflection, but he is a faithful friend and a formidable fighter. Better not to be in his path when his beast sets off, a real bulldozer. Ah, it looks like his brain has just started, his whole face lights up.

      – She was the one who made us suspect the fatel side of Sevana first . She told us about your partner’s extraordinary intuition.

      – Exact. But before that, she took her precautions. Before revealing it to me, she asked me if I was ready to protect Sevana, no matter who she was. She insisted on this point.

      Nate is more perceptive than I thought.

      – Do you think she knew Sevana's origins ?

      Okay. I can see what my alpha talks about and it is not good if he’s right.

      – You think that this Ashley knows about the talent. You think she knows that Sevana is a fatel and that she wanted to make sure you wouldn't hurt her before giving you clues.

      – That's what I think, indeed. Sevana and her never talked about it openly, but I think she knew all about her powers, yes.

      This could actually become a concern. There is no question that rumors spread among the rebels that at least one fatel escaped the massacre. The fact that the Blacks are aware of this is already sufficiently annoying, even if they will never try anything against us, especially after the heavy losses that we have inflicted on them. However, it could become a problem if several rebel packs hear about it and join forces to destroy us. We have the support of the governor, but in the face of rabid packs, humans can do nothing.

      – Sevana, how is your relationship with your colleague?

      – She is more than a colleague. She’s been my best friend for six years. We’re talking about everything, but I’ll stop you before you ask me, no, I never made it clear to her that I have intuition, as Connor told you. Anyway, I didn't know my fatel origins. Now she has been my partner for many years, she has seen me work and save lives by alerting symptoms in advance regularly. It is possible that she did guess. But in this case, she never told me about it. In any case, she supported me from the beggining with every alert I gave despite the absence of any obvious sign of deterioration in the patient's condition. She has been my biggest supporter at the hospital since the first day.

      I think Connor is right. Her friend must have had doubts about Sevana, but perhaps, like many, she knows very little about fatels. Their disappearance dates back several years now. Many have forgotten their existence and the new generation has never even known . That’s easy to know.

      – How old is your friend?

      – 35 years ago.

      Okay. They disappeared 25 years ago so she was able to meet fatels as a child and recognize the signs of Sevana's power. I am the same age as her and I remember this people perfectly. At the same time, my childhood surely does not look like hers. In all cases, a legitimate doubt exists. We need to learn more about her before we worry too much. I take my laptop out on the table. I'm not going anywhere without my tool. I’m a geek at heart and the computer scientist of the pack. An ace in my field when it comes to knowing everything about someone.

      – Her last name please?

      – Ashley Peterson.

      OK, let's go. Let the magic of the internet work. I tap for a few minutes on the keyboard and all the information available about Miss Peterson appears on the screen. The record is strangely empty and devoid of photos. A data instantly catches my attention. She’s an orphan, like me. No close relatives are mentioned. Certainly, many of us here have lost our parents, but unlike the others, it happened to me twice, although I don't remember the first one. It is better that I focus on my screen before the rage takes me, as always. Ashley was taken in at the age of ten, but unlike Sevana, not by humans. Ashley grew up in a pack. It’s very unusual. Clans that adopt humans are extremely rare. Unless she's less human than supposed?

      – No. Impossible. I’ve already seen her hurt and her wounds weren't healing at high speed like you.

      Owen unequivocally confirms this to me.

      – And I would have felt it.

      No doubt. It would be crazy to put his intuition in question.

      – However, she grew up in the Treat pack. The alpha is named Peter Browling.

      Liam frowns.

      – That name sounds familiar. I heard it somewhere before.

      I'm looking at the alpha record.

      – It's probably because he's a doctor.

      –Probably. It must have been during my nursing lessons.

      Probably. Which does not answer our questions. The mystery is taken more volume, even. I agree with Connor. We cannot remain in the dark. I say out loud what everyone thinks low.

      –We have to go and question the nurse.

      – I agree. And my goddess could use her talents to see the future of her friend.

      The pretty brunette nods, tickling when passing with her long hair, with blue reflections, the chest of her companion. We are silent and remain motionless, our alpha female needs calm to control her power. She has only been using distance premonitions for a short time and it requires a lot of concentration. After a quarter of an hour, she opens her eyes, visibly tired and frustrated.

      – Sorry, I can see it, but nothing more. Impossible to see her future. All I can say is for the moment she is fine.

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