her orange juice.
Shaking her head, Olivia responded, “So far I’ve only been successful with Aurora and Titan, and even they still have enough of their own consciousness to refuse me. It’s definitely not like it was with the wolves.”
“Maybe it will develop more in time,” Gabriel suggested. He placed half of the roll he had just buttered on Amber’s plate.
“Maybe.”
Skye looked down at the roll in her own hand, fighting back a frown. The reminder of the incident on the human plane in which Amber had been attacked by wolves was the very darkest in her memory. Because of her, Amber had nearly died.
When her burgeoning power had unexpectedly swept Skye and Gabriel off the ground during their travels on the way to where they transitioned from the human plane, it had left Amber alone to face a pack of wild wolves in the Alaskan wilderness. The wolves prevailed. Ultimately, Olivia had drawn upon her own abilities to command the wolves to leave, but by then Amber was in dire condition. And when Gabriel implored Skye for her help so he could get to Amber and help her heal, she had been so frightened and overwhelmed by the effect of her power that she had denied him. Only when he had grabbed her and jumped from the tree they had landed in, forcing her to either use her power or face death, had she found it in herself to take command of her abilities.
The conversation ebbed and swelled around her as she tore her roll into pieces and relived that terrible and selfish memory. Then she felt another presence in her mind.
Back to this, are you?
It was the voice of her spirit guardian, Sky Tomaganuk. As the elder for the tribe to which she had transitioned as a baby on the human plane, he had been hugely respected by his people. His lamented death had occurred only days before Skye’s arrival in the care of a Corgloresti in human form. Thus, she had been immediately welcomed into the tribe and given the elder’s name as a way to continue his presence and heritage. Now, he served as a constant presence for her on the Estilorian plane, occasionally materializing in a visible spirit form in times of need.
I’m sorry, Qel’a, she responded with her mind.
I thought you had moved beyond this.
I thought I had, too. But it probably doesn’t hurt to remind myself why I must work so hard. I’ll never let something like that happen again.
“Skye?”
Glancing up and catching Olivia’s curious gaze, she blinked. “Sorry. What?”
Grinning, Olivia shook her head. “Never mind.”
“You’ve pretty well destroyed that roll,” Amber observed dryly, nodding toward the mess on Skye’s plate.
Blushing, she dropped the remnants in her hands. “Um, yeah. Guess I didn’t want it, after all.” She noticed Caleb studying her carefully, so she fixed a smile on her face. “So, did Amber tell you about her new maternity wardrobe?” she asked Olivia.
That effectively turned the topic as well as Skye’s attention from her upsetting thoughts. They spent the rest of the afternoon in comfortable conversation, truly reflecting the family they had become. She was grateful for this time together, just the six of them. She knew it wouldn’t be this way much longer. They would all be traveling to the class homelands for a whirlwind tour before Amber’s pregnancy got too noticeable. Then she imagined Gabriel and Amber would return to their home for the baby’s birth. She hoped she, Olivia, James and Caleb would be invited to come along, but she certainly wasn’t going to assume so.
And after that, she had no idea where Olivia and James would end up, never mind herself and Caleb. It hadn’t been discussed at all in the past few months, so she really didn’t know what to expect. But she refused to dwell on it. As she had told Caleb, she simply had to believe that the future ahead was going to be bright and happy.
She would have to make the best of whatever came.
That evening, after Caleb and Skye had retired to their