Callum’s teeth clenched as Lucien took up the conversation. “You should know, shortly after Leah and I connected, I started to have her dreams.”
“Fucking hell,” Callum muttered but it wasn’t with displeasure.
He’d fucking love to know what Sonia was dreaming when she dreamed of him.
Lucien carried on, “It was vivid. It told a version of the future but it wasn’t connected to me in a physical way where it could harm me like Leah. It was just a further warning.”
“This is good,” Callum declared.
“It is,” Lucien concurred on a small smile. “But, we’ll need to monitor and share these dreams, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Callum agreed.
Leah turned to look at her mate and observed, “Sonia seems pretty settled here and it’s safe for her. Perhaps she’s had no need to exhibit abilities to sense danger.”
“She has abilities,” Callum announced and both Leah and Lucien turned to him. “Not like yours,” he told Leah but carried on, “she has the sensory capabilities of wolf as human.”
Callum heard Lucien pull in a breath.
Leah just stared at him blankly so Callum explained, “Heightened hearing, sight and smell. She can also sense danger and, unfortunately, has had the opportunity to do so. But for Sonia, it’s more. As it’s nearly wolf, she has instincts. She can sense menace but she can also sense anything even if a presence is close but not a threat.”
“Fucking excellent,” Lucien murmured for tactically it would be should The Prophesies unfold.
“I’m not done.” The thread of pride veined his voice when Callum continued by telling them what he’d learned on the several hikes he’d taken with his queen. “Sonia has an affinity with wildlife. She thinks it’s just animals but its more. She’s at her most comfortable in natural surroundings. The animals sense her but find her no threat. Some even move to get closer to her. I reckon, if she developed this, she could call them to her, maybe even communicate with them.”
“How cool,” Leah breathed.
“Again, lupine,” Lucien remarked thoughtfully.
“Not exactly,” Callum replied. “We call to canis, wolves, jackals, dogs. Any other creature would sense us as predator. Sonia is not sensed as predator. She’s sensed as one with any species be they wolf or bird or bear.”
“How cool!” Leah exclaimed and Lucien smiled, likely to Leah’s exuberance but also to this fortunate news. Leah turned to her mate and said excitedly, “I hope I get something like that.”
“You have it, sweetheart,” Lucien replied and in doing so, revealed.
“That would be?” Callum cut into their short conversation and Lucien’s eyes came to him.
Forthright, he informed Callum, “She can mark me, communicate with me nonverbally and fight mesmerization for brief periods of time.”
Callum didn’t bother to hide his surprise. He whistled low.
If vampires had kings, Lucien would be theirs. He was more than an epic warrior, stronger than the lot. He had added abilities, some of which other vampires had, none of which they had with the strength and control Lucien did. He could read and control minds. He could also mark humans or immortals which meant he could manipulate their heart rates and anticipate their actions.
If Leah even had a hint of these abilities, including fighting mesmerization, if developed, they could be powerful.
This was all fucking excellent news.
“It seems the fates have provided weapons for the vulnerable,” Callum noted softly, realizing finally and with a sense of relief, why his Sonia was gifted.
“Indeed,” Lucien replied just as softly.
“We girlie girls might be able to help you big strong boys kick ass,” Leah declared proudly and both Lucien and Callum grinned at her.
And after Lucien grinned at her, he turned her face to his for a brief kiss which left Leah with that fond, intimate look when he was done.
Then he looked back to Callum. “I wanted to speak of this without Sonia because Gregor suggested you hadn’t told her about immortals and you didn’t know about The Prophesies.”
“This first is true,” Callum disclosed.
“She thinks you’re human?” Leah breathed in horror and Callum looked at her.
“No.”
Leah let out a sigh of relief and said, “She knows you’re a werewolf.”
“No,” Callum repeated, this time curtly.
Leah’s brows drew together and she looked toward the door before she turned back to Callum and asked, “How long have you been together?”
“Six weeks.”
Leah’s eyes got wide and she mumbled, “Uh-oh.”