Free Wolf Mate by Natalie Kristen Page B

softly.
    She could feel Dax glaring at
her, but she didn't care. This was not about him. This was about
Rebecca and Levi. She had to concentrate and get this right.
    Still chanting the spell
quietly, she stepped back from the bed and moved to the center of the
room. A faint light was glowing above Rebecca's chest, hovering just
above her heart.
    The light pulsed and grew
brighter, expanding and spreading down the length of Rebecca's body.
She saw Rebecca's lips quiver slightly as the light floated to Dax's
side. Melynda's eyes rounded a little, but she kept chanting
steadily. Clearly, Rebecca wanted to show Dax something. She knew
who Dax was, and she knew he was the one who could help Levi.
    “ Show him, Rebecca,”
Melynda whispered earnestly. “Show him everything.”
    The light stretched and
twisted into shapes beside Dax. The pure white light was tinged with
pastel hues, as it formed into a tall, broad shape. Melynda
recognized Levi's muscular silhouette and she smiled a little.
Rebecca was trying to show them Levi as she saw him. They were
seeing Levi through her eyes.
    Levi's facial features began
to appear and his silhouette came more distinct, more solid. His
image was clear, but it wasn't entirely solid. It was more like a
hologram, a very sharp, vivid hologram.
    Melynda held her hands out,
using Rebecca's emotions to power Levi's image. Levi grew bigger,
broader and a dazzling smile materialized on his face. Brilliant
blue eyes blinked and turned to stare at Dax. Levi's gaze shifted to
Rebecca, and Melynda could see the love shining so clearly and
strongly in his eyes. Levi's smile gradually faded and his eyes
became fierce and feral as he stared into the distance.
    Another image began to take
form in front of Levi. Melynda saw a man, shorter and stockier than
Levi. The man had an ugly scowl on his scarred face, and his eyes
looked crazed with hate and rage. He sported a buzz cut, had
bloodshot eyes and had numerous, jagged scars snaking down his neck
and arms. The man had been tortured by a blood demon, and Melynda
could see the terrible wounds on his neck, wounds that had been
inflicted by long, serrated demon fangs.
    She felt a brief stab of pity
for the man. But that was before she saw what he did.
    Rebecca showed them exactly
what he did. She didn't flinch and the images remained clear and
unwavering.
    Melynda had to force herself
not to turn away. She couldn't. She had to continue channeling
Rebecca's emotions and manifest her emotions, however wrenching and
painful they were. She couldn't let Rebecca and Levi down. They
were counting on her.
    Through shaky breaths, Melynda
continued reciting the spell, holding her voice low and steady. Her
hands trembled as she held them out, keeping the lifelike images
within the sphere of her magick.
    Melynda stared at the
heartbreaking, horrific scene that Rebecca was dredging from her
memory and manifesting for them. She saw the man now, without his
scars, but still he had on that scowl. Rebecca was showing them an
earlier scene. The man had not yet been taken and tortured by a
blood demon. His nature, his violence had nothing to do with his
ordeal. He was already abusive, before he was abused.
    Melynda saw the man storm
towards a sleeping Rebecca and drag her from her bed. The man's
image was pulsing blood red, and Melynda could feel Rebecca's terror
and fear for her life. Rebecca knew that he was perfectly capable of
killing her. She had whimpered and begged, but her pleas only made
him crazier. The more she pleaded, the more powerful he imagined
himself to be. And the more violent he became. Melynda saw him
laugh obscenely before smashing his fist into Rebecca's face.
    Melynda staggered back, almost
doubling over. She could feel Rebecca's explosive pain and fury.
Blinking quickly, she regained her composure and continued powering
her spell. Rebecca was trying to show them everything, exposing her
pain, her shame, her soul. She trusted them.
    “ Go on,