While Dinah slept, tucked away in Laylah's bed, Laylah made her to her closet, where she kept her orb.
It was high time, she supposed she checked on Alejandro. She brought it out of the wooden chest she kept and looked into it for a moment. A dark cloud swirled in it. All it would take was her meditation and her requesting that which she sought, and she would she see, all that she sought to see.
And she would see, she thought fiercely, as her cousin had done nothing but the grill and grind her on the ways of meditation. The willing of it, the gentle commanding of its powers. She strode to the moon, to look up at it. Almost full.
Almost the full moon and the werewolves she loved would be subject to its powers.
And wasn't it just magnificent, that she, a witch, who had once no ties with a werewolf of any kind, was now soul bound to one?
She was, as Alexander's kind called it, his mate. She sighed with the thought, and another thought formed in it. Was Edward, Dinah's?
