Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Chapter 129

ATASHA’S POV

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Agape told me I might have fae blood, but the way he said might made all the difference. It wasn’t certainty, just possibility. Even he couldn’t confirm it, and somehow that uncertainty only made my chest feel tighter.

“So…. you’re saying this because I reacted to the corrupted stone?” I asked, frowning.

Agape nodded once. “All fae react to the stones, Lady Atasha. They are drawn to them, even when they shouldn’t be. The same stones that strengthen ordinary werewolves will twist and corrupt a fae’s body. That is how we recognize our own, through the pull, through the danger of it. The stones know us. That… and the fact that you have no wolf. Fae’s cannot have a wolf and werewolves… do not have any special ability like the one that you have.”

I blinked, uneasy. “But I don’t look like you. Or Prince Kaelith. Fae look different, don’t they?”

Agape’s lips curved faintly. “Some do. Some don’t. The fae are not one kind of people, and blood weakens with every generation it’s mixed. What I suspect is this, you carry only a trace of it. A drop, perhaps passed down from an ancestor who once bound themselves to one of our kind. This is why it is forbidden for a fae to mate with.. someone who doesn’t have a fae blood.”

He leaned back slightly, studying me in a way that made my stomach twist. “If your bloodline mingled with ours generations ago, it would explain why you do not bear the same traits as we do. The pointed ears, the glow in the eyes, the inability to conceal what we are. But the blood remembers, even when the body forgets. That’s why the stone called to you.”

I pressed a hand to my chest before I even realized I was doing it. “So you think I’m….

part fae?”

Agape’s eyes flickered toward Kaelith, who didn’t speak but didn’t look surprised either. “I think,” Agape said quietly. “That the stones see something in you that we cannot.”

So now, I might be part fae. The thought sat heavily in my mind, too strange to fully accept but impossible to ignore. I shook my head slightly. Maybe I would never know for sure.

“It would help if you could speak to your parents,” Agape said after a moment. “Ask them about your ancestors, where your bloodline began.”

I nodded slowly. That answer didn’t exist for me. I now knew that the people who raised me weren’t truly my parents. As for the ones who were… no one knew. I didn’t have the time to inquire about them.

My thoughts drifted to Celeste and the family that had always belonged to her. The life that should have been simple, whole. I wondered if the truth about mine had been buried with the same care they used to hide me. Perhaps I would never find out.

“What about my healing ability?” I asked. I had read enough to know that fae were said to draw power from nature itself. “Fae are connected to the elements, aren’t they? They can harness them.”

Agape nodded slightly, his expression thoughtful. “That much is true. But, Lady Atasha, what most do not understand is that every form of magic, whether it belongs to witches or fae, follows the same law.”

I frowned, trying to make sense of what he’d said. “But that doesn’t make sense for me,” I murmured, half to myself. “I don’t draw anything from the air or the earth. When I heal, I don’t feel anything flowing into me. It just… happens.”

Agape tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing in thought. “Then you have no source,” he said.

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