Trinity thought he was being a littleheavy-handed, so she said, “I didn’t know the dreams were of a realplace, and I didn’t know that Wrath was real. Imagine spendingtwelve years dreaming of someone you know is meant to be yours, butyou don’t know how to reach them. It was heaven and hell wrapped uptogether.” She looked at her mate and squeezed his hand. “Isoldedidn’t say how many worlds there were, she only discussed mine andthis one. She opened a portal to my world and brought me here. Theportal will stay open for seven days, and then it will close. Asfor the reason why Wrath and I weren’t from the same world, yourguess would be as good as mine.”
“Can anyone from your worldcome into ours through this portal?” Jet, one of the hunters,asked.
“Isolde said it’s notvisible to anyone but the witch who cast the spell, so no—no onefrom my world can come in and no one from this world canleave.”
“If the portal is open,”Creek asked, “does that mean you’re not staying?”
She opened her mouth to answer, butWrath spoke first. “As surprised as you are about Trinity beinghere, trust that she and I are far more surprised to have woken upin each other’s arms for real. While she’s my true mate, she’sasked for time to get used to things.”
Creek nodded. “You needclothes.”
She pressed her lips together,suddenly aware of how thin her pajamas were. At least she hadpanties on.
“I need some volunteers tohead out to a human settlement and secure clothing for her,” Wrathsaid.
“I can make you hidetrousers and a vest,” Creek said. “But real fabric clothes would begood, too.”
“I’ll go,” River said.“I’ve got a hankering for the almond butter cookies from the bakeryin Whisten. They don’t lock their back door.”
“Me, too,” Daresaid.
“Thank you,” Trinitysaid.
“I can see you’re still notsure what to make of my mate, so let me prove to you that she’s whoshe says she is.” He jerked his head toward the woods where Mytanwas hiding.
“Come,” she called, puttingout her hand and gesturing toward herself.
There was nothing for a long moment,and she wondered if she’d included the training Montana had gonethrough when he was a puppy in Mytan’s history. Then the big beastbounded from the trees, tongue lolling and jaws wide. The wolvesall gasped, some taking a defensive stance.
Mytan skidded to a halt a foot infront of her, his tail wagging. She motioned down.“Sit.”
He sat and lowered his head so shecould scratch his ears, and she did. “Good boy.”
“What the hell?” Trickdemanded, rising from his defensive crouch.
Trinity smiled at Wrath and said,“Maybe we should all sit so I can tell them everything.”
“Of course,” hesaid.
The group settled on the grass. Mytancurled around her, wedging himself between her and Wrath so hecould put his head in her lap. Wrath looked disgruntled, but shethought it was adorable. Wrath started the tale of their shareddreams, and she explained about the spell that Isolde cast. Whenthe wolves all looked like they didn’t believe her, she started totell them stories from their lives that she’d learned from thedreams.
“Magnus,” she said, lookingat the healer. “The scar on your left arm came from when you were achild and swimming in a lake. There was a spiny-tailed lobstercrawling among the rocks under the surface. You dove under thewater and scraped your arm on its spines. They scarred because youwere too young to shift to heal them.”
Magnus’s eyes went wide, and hetouched his arm. The scars were thin and pale with age, but sheknew that they’d hurt a great deal when it happened. He hadn’tcried, though, because his father told him that males didn’t cryexcept on two occasions—the birth of their children and the deathof their true mate. “How did you… ?” Magnus asked, then he lookedat Wrath. “You told her?”
“No,” Wrath said. “Thethings she knows about you, about our world, are because she’s beenhere in my dreams and seen and heard things from you and manyothers. Trust me when I say that she and I shared many things inour dreams, but I never told her about your childhood injury. Untilthis moment, I’d forgotten about it anyway.”
Trick, who seemed the mostdisbelieving, called out, “Tell me about my childhood, great seerfrom another world.” His voice was all sarcasm and anger, andTrinity suspected he thought she was lying or trying to trickthem.
She thought back over what she knewabout Trick. “I know how you got your name.”
His eyes narrowed. “Dotell.”
“Your mother was certainyou were going to be a girl. She even had a dream about a littlegirl while she was pregnant. She spent hours making a pink blanketfor the bassinet. When you were born, she said you were atrickster, making her think you were a girl when you weren’t. Soshe named you Trick, a name you lived up to as a youngster becauseyou liked to play pranks on people.”
Trick’s eyes went wide like saucersand his cheeks flamed.
Trinity continued. “You were aprankster until a prank you played on your grandfather went awryand his barn burned down. It’s why you have a burn scar on yourleg—you helped save the barn animals.”
Trick’s mouth opened and closed, andthen he shook his head in silence.
“Well?” Jenner demanded.“Is she telling the truth?”
“Yes,” Trick said. “I’venever told anyone that. How did you know?” He met her gaze, hiseyes filled with wonder and a bit of reverence towardher.
“When you got word thatyour grandfather was on his deathbed, you went straight to see him.You told him that you were still grieved about what happened to thebarn and how he almost died saving the animals. He said youapologized after it happened, and he forgave you when you asked himto because that’s what family was supposed to do.” She paused,unsure if she should continue.
Trick slowly rose to his feet. “Finishit.”
She stared up at him. “He said he wasproud of the male you’d become, and that while you were a devilwhen you were a child, you’d grown up
