Redemption by Jambrea Jo Jones Read Free Book Online

here,” Kir announced.
    Grey stopped and let go of his sister’s mate. Their talk had made the trek pass faster than he had expected. It was almost time to leave and he couldn’t wait to see that plane, even though it meant another long flight. When he got to the Masters’ pack house he’d sleep for a day—if Pete let him. Hopefully together, in a nice big bed they’d both fit in. A guy could dream.
     
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    “I think it best if Dji, Kir and I enter the circle together. The rest of you wait here. We’ll only be a moment. Then we can head for the plane.” Zareb came to take Ive’s place at Dji’s side, Kir on the other, both supporting him.
    They stopped and allowed Dji to sit right on top of the spot where Joy and Zareb had buried the Vessel. It was stronger than he’d expected it to be.
    “I can feel the evil,” Dji said in a defeated tone.
    He was tired of being the Vessel’s bitch. Dmitri’s soul was trapped below the Earth in a sealed container. He should’ve been elated, but he could still feel the anger and hatred below.
    “You may feel it, but it is contained. I think the only reason you sense it is because it was a part of you for so long. Even now, the vibrations are weaker than they were when Joy and I buried it. The magic we used was strong.” Zareb tried to reassure him.
    “Someone will have to come back and check on this spot from time to time to make sure. No one should have to live through what I did.” That was something Dji would insist on.
    Being trapped in your own body wasn’t something he’d wish on his worst enemy.
    “I agree. I will talk with Russ when we return. I think we all could use some downtime. Kir should settle in and you need time to adjust.”
    “I need to—” Dji bowed his head and placed his hands on the ground. He began to chant, using some of his own magic to help seal the spot. It flowed through him.
    It was almost too much for his body in its weakened state, but it had to be done. He slumped over, but righted himself. Not needing any help, he stood. For the first time in weeks, Dji began to have some hope.
    “It should have been me,” Zareb whispered.
    “No, my brother. It was as it was meant to be.” And, in his heart, he knew that it was his destiny. It was horrible, but true.
    “You were the serious one—the man whom the tribe looked up to. I was the joker, the one who tempted you into all the trouble.”
    Dji put a hand on Zareb’s shoulder to offer a little comfort.
    “Do you not see? That’s why we were perfect to be guardians together. It was a balance.”
    “How can you forgive me?” Zareb looked more dejected than Dji had ever remembered seeing him. He was not the same carefree man from Dji’s past.
    “It wasn’t your fault and you need to forgive yourself. Our paths are once again in line.”
    “I see you are feeling more like yourself. It is good to have you back.” Zareb hugged Dji close.
    “We should go now. I’m sure the others are getting impatient to leave,” Kir broke in.
    “It’s good to be back. I’m ready to get to know who I am again and it seems, along the way, I have acquired a mate.” The fog was all but gone.
    He was a bit tired, but this was the him he remembered. The guilt still hovered on the edge of his consciousness, but he put it on the back burner.
    Zareb threw back his head and laughed.
    “Yes, you have, as have I. Now we have to get Kir squared away and life will be good.”
    “That is not nice. I am fine without a mate. I am just happy the evil is buried and gone. Too long have we wallowed in misery.” Kir slapped him on the back.
    The three left the clearing and went to join the others. It was almost as if they were in the past again. Brothers in spirit, if not blood. The newness washed over him when they reached the others and he finally got a good look at his mate. She was beautiful. She had long red hair and creamy white skin with the deepest blue eyes he’d ever seen. She was taller