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to return, I won’t have control over it, you know that. How can I show them I’m the supe of the prophecy if I don’t have control over all three parts of me?”

“Well, we think that your shifter and vampire sides will be enough,” Nila, the bitch who wanted to arrest me just days earlier, told me haughtily.

“They have my caster mate,” I then said. “Right now, I know that he’s alive. I can feel it in my soul that he’s alive. Don’t you think Ironshot will kill him if the public truly believes I am the savior foretold in the prophecy? If he stops me from joining with all three of my mates, the prophecy should die. What does the last line say? Oh, yes! ‘When three destinies are one.’ O-n-e not w-o-n. I need to bond with all three of them.”

Everyone around the table, aside from my two mates, looked thoughtful as if they didn’t think about that. Xan, Matias, and I talked about the prophecy’s wording for weeks, and they understood what it meant. Xander wasn’t even a little bit happy about the idea to be sharing me with someone else, especially someone he hated, but Fate chose Ronan for me for a reason.

Funny, one of the main draws of the rebellion was that a supe should be able to choose who he or she got to be with. I didn’t seem to have that choice, not that I wanted it anyway. I couldn’t deny I needed Ronan in all ways, just like I needed Matias and Xander. I wanted them all with the same amount of ferocity that I needed them to feel complete.

“Find Ronan. Alive. Once he’s safely with us, I will gladly take my place but until then, I have to say no. I’m sorry.”

“You are nothing but a spoiled brat!” Nila screeched and stood up, slamming her hands on the table. “You would be dead without us!”

“And you would still be spinning your wheels, never getting any closer to your ‘goal’ without me.”

“You’re a selfish, self righteous …”

Before Nila could finish her sentence, Matias had his hand wrapped around her throat.

“Think long and hard before you say another word,” he told her, his body radiating the need to back up his threat.

Not to be outdone when his mate had been threatened, Xander was also on his feet but had positioned himself in front of me, ready to spring. His fingers were splayed out wide, and his breath was hard and heavy.

“I’m sorry,” I told them all and put my hand on Xan’s arm, hoping to deflate the hostile situation. “I truly am, but what you’re asking me won’t fix the problem, it’ll make it worse. If Ronan dies, the prophecy will be dead too and then where will you be? You’ll have the Council breathing down your neck harder than you did before and it would all be for nothing. If you want my opinion, start spreading the video and rumors of the prophecy. Only rumors. People will whisper instead of scream and yes, there will be disbelievers, there always are. But above all, keep raiding the detention facilities and find my mate. I promise, once he’s with me and unharmed, I’ll be the leader you want me to be.”

With that, I stood up and walked around the table to where Matias still held onto Nila’s quivering throat. I slid my hand down his free arm to his palm and gently pulled. It didn’t take much effort to get him to release her and I knew I was the only one who could do it.

I walked out of Amos’ office with two of my mates and didn’t look back as I left the rebel leaders to discuss their next steps. We needed to find Ronan. There was no question about it.

* * *

As I left the meeting, Soleil was riding me hard and wanted out desperately. I was having a hard time convincing her to hold back, that it wasn’t the right time or place to let her out, mostly because I couldn’t cover her with magic but she wanted her mate as much as I did. Ronan may be a caster, but my dragon fully accepted that he was hers and when a dragon claims something, it won’t be denied. So as I argued with the dragon in my head, I promised her the next best thing-training.

Soleil huffed in disappointment, knowing that we’ve been doing what we could to find Ronan, but mad that we didn’t know where to begin to search for him. I felt the same, but at least we could be ready for when we did find him.

As we stepped out onto the backyard lawn, I began unbuttoning my shirt and slid it down my arms, throwing it onto a nearby chair. Left in only a tank top covering my upper body, I turned on my mates and raised one eyebrow. I knew it didn’t bother them to see my markings, but I knew they were hesitant to see me show them off.

I could feel eyes on my back of the other supes that littered the training grounds, Alec included, but I did my best not to let it affect me and what I’d come to do. I had been fighting and training with the supes of the rebellion for months and I’d slowly gained the confidence to show off my markings; my curse. It ran from the base of my neck to the backs of my thighs and from shoulder to shoulder, so bits of the hypnotic swirls and swoops were visible, although not completely. I could understand that people would be intrigued by the markings, not only did they have power in them but they were beautiful in their own way. They made me who I was meant to be and I didn’t want to ever forget that.

“Let’s go,” I told my mates and crouched into a fighting stance. At that point, I was used

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