The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 65

Sixty-Five: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

Killian shifted back to his Lycan, his joints popping loudly at the sudden change as he stood tall in front of me.

"Come out!" He demanded. The Alpha command was thick, and even I felt the need to step toward him at his order. His body shook with anger, and while I was excited to have shifted, I was in no way ready for a fight in this form. I had no training in my fur... I had barely learned how to walk.

My gaze moved to the mouth of the cave, wondering if our guards would come to assist, but there was only silence.

The magic in the air grew thicker.

I shifted, not worried about my lack of clothing. My training had all been in my human form, and I wanted to be ready to fight.

My fingertips touched Killian's back, and his fur bristled as a female peaked her head around the corner of the cave above us before transporting down to stand only twenty feet away.

We both took a step back at the action. The only person that we had known who was strong enough to do that was Joselin. Even then, her ability wasn't as clear. She flickered in and out, while the stranger before us popped from one place to the other.

The power she must have had to master that skill was terrifying.

She was breathtaking. Her long ebony hair was curly and wild. Her eyes were a pale, sea-green. I shivered when I met them and found them locked on me. "You have grown so beautiful, my dear."

Her soft voice seemed to echo through the cavern, and the hair on Killian's hackles rose. For me to have grown meant that she had seen me when I was little. But I had no memory of her. i

"Who are you, and why are you here?" Killian asked her with a low rumble behind his words. The underlying threat made me anxious. While he had been doing better to control his anger and reactions, pissing off a witch with no backup, especially one as powerful as she appeared to be had me feeling uneasy.

"I do not have to answer to you. You are trespassing in my home, but if my memory serves me correctly, this is not the first time." She laughed as she pulled her gaze away from me and landed on my mate. "You seem to have a habit of bringing women to my home. First the witch, and now my daughter." i

My mind shut down, and my lungs refused to pull in air. Beyond our height, we didn't have very much in common. There was little to no resemblance in our coloring. While she had black hair, I had brown. Her lips and eyes were bigger than mine were. We both had green eyes, but hers were significantly lighter than mine.

I narrowed my eyes at her in disbelief as I failed to find a matching feature, anything that would confirm that she was my mother.

"That's not possible." My denial caused a flash of hurt to go over her face, but she quickly masked it with a forced smile.

"I assure you, my dear. It is. I birthed you myself. Right here in this very cave, as a matter of fact." She lifted her arms, palms up, to gesture toward her surroundings. But I refused to take my eyes off her as she spouted her lies. "I knew you would be beautiful and strong. I am glad to see that I was correct."

"How could you be my mother? Prove it." I whispered, feeling my confidence fade. I felt desperate to know if she was a threat to our safety or just a threat to my mind and heart. Either way, I would come out damaged from whatever happened here.

I knew my parents weren't my real parents. My mother had told me herself before she died that they had found me and taken me in. If the wrong person learned that fact, they could use it against me. I wasn't stupid enough to blindly trust a witch when I knew witches were working with the vampires.

"I don't need to." She smirked as she watched me step to Killian's side, not bothered by my being nude. "We are connected by our blood. If you try, you can feel it. You may have shifted, but the other part of you hasn't gone anywhere. If anything, you just made it stronger."