The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth Read Free Book Online Page A

battle ahead of you. Are you up for it?”
    “I’m not afraid,” Quinn replied. “I know I’m only a human and I don’t have the strength your children do, but I still have a lot to give, and I know there must be a way to save G’aladon.”
    “You are right, in both matters,” she answered. Out loud, she said, “Roarke and Quinn. I will send you to see your friends. I have already informed them that you are coming. We will discuss this further once you are there.”
    She looked deep into Quinn’s eyes, and when she spoke again, the words seemed to be in a different language that Quinn shouldn’t have understood. Even so, the meaning came to him, and he stood there frozen, allowing her to contact the man they were trying to save.
    “I know you can see me and hear me, G’aladon. I banished you twice, and I know what you’re trying to do. While it is laudable, death is never a solution for anyone’s problems. But if you are strong enough, there might be another, better path we can follow.”
    Quinn felt a resentment course through him, a feeling not his own, but belonging to G’aladon. Why was he being denied? He was merely attempting to do the right thing, and still they refused him. Quinn took a deep breath, struggling to calm the witch down, to explain that surely, the Spirit Mother meant well. He didn’t like her admittance that she had hurt G’aladon, but he suppressed his anger on the witch’s behalf, realizing all too well there must be more to the situation than he knew.
    He sensed the Spirit Mother’s slight amusement once again, but there was something more, something like awe and relief coming from deep within him, from that bond he shared with G’aladon. Quinn wondered what it all meant. He wondered if he could truly be what G’aladon needed, or if he was destined to fail. As he shared a look with Roarke, though, he understood that he wasn’t on his own in this. He might be feeling out of his depth now, but Roarke would teach him everything he needed to know. And the Spirit Mother seemed convinced that he was capable of great things. That and the memory of G’aladon’s voice asking for his help cemented his resolve.
    Naturally, his mom still attempted to protest, but with an actual goddess there, she could no longer argue that Quinn’s plan held little importance or little chance of success. Quinn kissed her cheek and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m going to go pack. I promise you, everything will be all right.”
    “That won’t be necessary,” the Spirit Mother piped up. “I took the liberty of gathering some of your more important personal items and sent them off to Hewitt’s.”
    Quinn turned toward the white wolf. The thought of someone, even a powerful goddess like her, rummaging through his underwear drawer embarrassed him, but he understood the reasoning behind the action. Truly, he was thankful, because every second of delay meant more pain for G’aladon.
    “Thank you,” he told the Spirit Mother. He threw a brief smile his mom’s way. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, and tell Dawn I’m sorry we didn’t get to say good-bye. I love you both.”
    Roarke got up and headed toward Quinn. He seemed to have recovered completely from seeing the Spirit Mother, or perhaps she had encouraged him as well. Either way, he took Quinn’s hand and squeezed it. “We’re ready,” he said simply.
    The white wolf nodded in a strikingly human-like gesture. “Just close your eyes. It will be easier.”
    Quinn obeyed, his heart racing a hundred miles a minute. He was excited, but also nervous, since he’d never taken up such an important responsibility before. Not only that, but he’d never experienced such powerful magic firsthand. While he had grown up in a home saturated with knowledge of the supernatural, being involved with it so completely was new and just a bit frightening.
    But Roarke was by his side, and in a strange way, so was G’aladon. Quinn could feel the witch in his