Unstoppable (Their Shifter Academy #6) - May Dawson Page 0,28
for an easy life.”
“Destined? An easy life?” I raised my eyebrows as I faced her. “Tell me this is as bad as it’s going to get. Because after this, I think we do deserve an easy life.”
She was silent, which didn’t make me feel very optimistic.
“Okay,” I said, “what’s the prophecy about?”
“Your Maddie Northsea is the Warbreaker,” she told me. “Her powers keep increasing as she journeys through the worlds. Now she’s ready to take her place in history.”
“Warbreaker,” I repeated. “Sounds impressive. What the hell does it mean?”
She smiled. “So many people have wanted to kill her because they think no one should have the kind of power she will—the power to take away someone’s magic. She’s been accidentally thieving magic from others as she traveled through our world and now in the Greyworld, but sooner or later, she must awaken to her own power.”
I stared at her. “She can take someone’s magic?”
“You wolves and witches, you’re more alike than you realize,” she chided. “You draw from the same reserve of power. You simply shape it differently.”
I nodded. “When my friends and I lost our wolves, we started using our magic more.”
“Those witches who despise wolves so much could take that form if they chose…if they even realized they could.”
“Does that mean we can be wolves again?” I demanded.
“If you wanted to waste all that magic making yourself furry, I suppose you could,” she said lightly.
I stared at her, thinking of the shreds of prophecy that Silas had alluded to. How much had he known about Maddie’s abilities? Why the hell were we even scattered through the worlds looking for the damned shield if Maddie could fix us herself?
“One of my friends told me that the Delphine actually supply the prophecy that the Greyworld thinks come from their elders,” I said. Maybe Silas hadn’t known we needed Maddie—not the shield.
“Yes,” she said. “It’s sometimes given us the opportunity to encourage other worlds to do what we wish them to—although it seems nothing can persuade the Greyworld government to do the right thing. They are intent on closing off their world from the Rips, not healing the entire torn universe.”
“Wait, but how could you use prophecy to manipulate them unless…”
She raised her eyebrows at me as light bulbs went off.
I said, “You don’t send them prophecy. You send them directions.”
Maybe Silas had never known the truth about what he was doing when he came to protect Maddie. Maybe the Fae had manipulated the Rebels into sending their best wizard to protect her.
She shrugged. “There’s a good bit of prophecy mixed in there.”
“I have friends who will be headed into the Greyworld,” I said. “Do you think we could twist some prophecy to help them?”
“I expect the Delphine council probably feels pretty fond of you at the moment, Tyson,” she said. “Let’s see what can be arranged.”
“I’d like for them to know the name Maddie Northsea,” I said. “I heard once that there was prophecy the Rebel Magicians intercepted that led them to try to protect her because they thought the Establishment would kill her if they ever found her.”
“But now you want them to know about her?”
“Can we convince them that when they hear that name, they should do whatever it takes to help her, protect her. Give her anything she wants, even their most precious artifacts.” Then she and the others could go back to their own world, even if I couldn’t get to them yet. I hated waiting a moment here and yet, the threat of what the High King would do to my court, to my people, made it impossible to abandon them.
“Why would they do that?”
Because I love her. “Tell them she’s going to save their world.”
She’d certainly saved mine.
And I’d do whatever it took to get back to her.
Chapter Thirteen
Maddie
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“Rafe?” Jensen and I called as we headed through the woods. Snow had begun to fall, like a blanket; it was colder here than in the rainy town where the orphanage was.
“Yeah,” Rafe called back eventually. He loped into the clearing, and when he saw the two of us, he frowned. I’d been about to hug him hello, but he demanded, “Where’s Silas?”
“He made it off the train,” I said. “But we don’t know where he went after that.”
“I hate everything about this place,” Rafe grumbled. I knew he hated being separated just as much as I did. “Let’s go find our wayward rebel magician.”