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to that of her sister's.

Chapter 18

Perhaps Emily's pregnancy was causing her mind to play tricks on her.

But Emily did not look like she was fantasizing when she said, "Yes, you are."

"Emily--"

"They are werewolves, Abigail."

"Don't tease me. I know I believed Anna's stories of werewolves in the Highlands

as if they were gospel and they scared me, but I am no longer a child. And I'm really

worried about these voices."

"I'm not teasing you." Emily's violet eyes mirrored her frustration. "Have I ever lied

to you?"

"No."

"I am not lying now. There is a special race who live among the clans here in the

Highlands."

"The Chrechte."

"So, Talorc told you about them."

"Yes."

"He didn't tell you everything if you do not know they are werewolves."

"Werewolves are only a story," Abigail reminded her sister stubbornly.

"No, they aren't. They are real and Talorc is one. I think it is time I told you the story

of how I came to be wed to Lachlan."

Abigail's astonishment grew as her sister told her the story. So did the growing

realization that Emily believed every word she said, and if she believed them, they were

probably true, which meant so were Anna's stories. Werewolves were real.

If anyone else had claimed such, Abigail would have demanded proof, but this was

her sister. The one person in the world who had always loved her and had never lied to

her. In addition to her absolute trust in her sister, Abigail couldn't help noticing how details

of her sister's story made sense of things that had confused her since meeting Talorc.

"When a werewolf finds his or her true mate, some of them are able to talk to each

other in their heads," Emily said. "Lachlan and I can do it."