I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my cheeks. And if I had their powers, I should be able to return them to the clan…but finding out how was the least of my worries at the moment. I was united with Marcus, after all I’d have the Consilador’s powers as well. But there had to be a way to restore the powers to their rightful owners. Marcus had lied to me- and I had believed every word. By uniting in marriage to Marcus, I’d inadvertently given him the Consilador clan’s powers, instead of restoring them to Callon. What hurt worst of all was that Callon thought I’d betrayed him-but I hadn’t meant for it to be like this. I wouldn’t have had to see the despair and hurt, as all those closest to me accused me of betrayal. It would’ve been easier to stay with Marcus in that dreary gray compound. But they worked hard to sway me otherwise they had given me their love and trust, and almost convinced me, until now. I’d been right from the beginning, had told my family all along that I was nothing more than this. I was a weapon with the sole purpose of defeating the one who wanted to destroy us all…Marcus. It was as my birth mother Sahara had said I’d be fighting this battle alone. We’d escaped to the wilderness, but it would never hold my freedom. The word rattled around in my mind as I glanced around the Canadian forest.
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