"Talorc called me his true mate, I thought he meant I was his friend."
Emily didn't laugh, but Abigail would have. What a dolt she had been.
Misunderstanding words that explained so much.
"Wolves mate for life and his wolf has mated with you," Emily said with complete
assurance. "While it is rare for a Chrechte to mate with a human, it can happen. I'm
evidence of that. Our child's presence and my current condition is further evidence that
mine and Lachlan's is a true mating. I do not understand how I was so blessed, nor how
you should share the blessing with Talorc, but it is possible."
Abigail remembered the possessive look of the wolf, both in the forest and then
after he had killed for her, and felt faint. "This cannot be true." Though her doubts were
more voice than substance now.
"It is. I would never lie to you or tease you about something so important. You know
that."
Abigail remembered the way the voice had yelled at her when the wild boar had
been coming. "He can talk to me like that all the time or only in moments of great
emotion?"
"Lachlan talks to me that way all the time, as I do him. Cait and her husband are
true-mated with the gift as well. As far as I know, it is possible to communicate that way all
the time for the sacred mates blessed by mindspeak."
"Why didn't Talorc tell me?" Why would he not use their ability to talk in such a
special way? How could he deprive her of the sound of his voice when her entire world
was silent without it?
"I don't know. He never told me either, when I was here as his intended. Lachlan
wasn't the one that told me about the Chrechte's true nature either. Cait did."
"But why hide it?"
Emily gave her a pointed look. "You of all people should know the answer to that."
"Because differences are often seen as threatening."
"Exactly. If their secrets were to be discovered, it is likely the Chrechte would be
hunted and destroyed like animals. You know what could have happened to you if people
had known of your deafness; how much worse if they discovered someone was capable