Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

to share because of our restriction, we propose for you to link up with your dad. He was under no proscription against speaking; only his vow to keep you safe kept his secret."
“You both thought this, huh?” I said drily. I didn’t like the idea of decisions being made without me.
“It’s still your choice, ramina. It was merely a proposal. You'd get the view from a source you trust rather than strangers hoping you would magically believe them."
He was oddly specific and knew the way to squeeze every last bit of daughter guilt from my heart. Reggie and Lena Bishop might not have been my biological parents, but they loved me and protected me just as fiercely, maybe more so.
It was good to be reminded of that.
I nodded up to him then. "So, Hugh's got something to do with this, too?"
Osiris swiveled those eyes at me. They looked so familiar somehow. The memory of it was like something scratching against my skull.
"Yes, and he would like to say that he thanks you for using his name and not calling him 'that bird.'"
A marked chill entered the air, alerting me to the sun was dipping lower into the sky. I rose to my feet and nodded back into the church. "Let's go and get this done."
The parishioners didn’t look twice at the random strangers around me. I was actually pretty surprised that no one was saying anything to them when they all greeted me. And then I thought about it and sought confirmation. "Wait. You're not visible to them, are you? None of you are."
Creed said nothing but there was something to the sound he made in the back of his throat that told me that he agreed. How long had they been invisible? And was Hugh able to do some kind of mind tricks—
"Are you back so soon, Sols?" Kirby greeted me as I descended the steps to the basement.
"Yup. I just needed air, is all. I’m good now."
Kirby seemed relieved, but like the others, he didn’t acknowledge the two men pressed around us, one of whom had a raven on his shoulder. "Cool. Ma thought that you'd be mad forever."
I smiled at his boyish features, unmarred by the apocalypse around him. "Forever is a long time out here and I don't got any time for that. None of us do."
Kirby nodded like I'd said something profound and moved on. Since Kirby didn’t make a comment about my company, I had to assume they were still invisible, too. Instead of providing an explanation, Osiris shrugged.
My dad was lying on an old table that had once been used for the classroom. He was comfortable enough on it. In the basement, at least it stayed cool.
“Tell me what you need me to do,” I whispered, like I didn’t want to disturb him.
"You don't have to do anything, Soleil." Osiris gestured to Hugh, who hopped off his shoulder and landed at my dad's side. For some reason, Hugh seemed bigger next to my dad.
Osiris moved to the bedside, standing next to my dad’s feet, and I followed him, sitting down by my dad’s shoulder. Creed lingered at the threshold.
"If it is all right with you,” Osiris said, “I will touch your dad's shoulder, and then you may lay your hand on mine. Touch seems to be the easiest conductor."
I shrugged, willing to go along with whatever. "Sure, whatever would help. I’m game at this point."
Osiris nodded and then a kind of hush seemed to fall into the room.

Osiris
Hugh was being an asshole. I was used to it. But it was nothing compared to the shit storm that was raging inside of Creed.
He carried too much uncertainty and the questions that plagued him would do him no good here, or with Soleil.
~She longs to get this over with.~ Hugh said.
And didn’t I know it. Soleil looked at me with those eyes of hers that blazed with both hidden pride and desire to prove herself. But mostly, she was pissed, a banked anger inside of her the fires of which pulsed around her; I wondered if she was even aware of it. Likely not as she’d been raised with manners, and anger wasn’t really proper. "You will have to touch my hand, it's easier that way."
~I didn't realize that it was so necessary,~ Hugh squawked.
~Shut up, you know it is.~
Hugh made a non-committal sound like he could believe it or not as he chose. I was about to power through and make a connection work regardless, when Soleil slipped that lovely hand of hers onto mine.
"Let's get this done." She said it plainly, with a forthrightness that made me want to live up to her expectations.
Instead of answering, I opened my mind up. With Hugh’s help, the surge of memories that came up from the preacher rushed up into my mind. I opened up the gates that separated my mind from hers. I didn't push, but the tides of memories flowed into her all the same.
Her delicate gasp was her only response.
And then her eyes filled with stars and I knew that she was as trapped in the moment as if she were living the memories herself.
~Hugh, will she be all right?~ I asked.
~She is the rama, of course she will be all right. Just stand guard.~
~We are already out here.~ Creed, Vin, and Remy prowled the corridor in that way they had. All unseen. For them, it was a simple trickery, mercurial shifts in appearance so it was like they wore someone else's skin.
For me, it was a mind game. I slipped in and out of memory like the wind.
~She has accepted what she is seeing.~ Hugh's observation drew me back into the moment.
I laid her hand inside of the preacher's unresponsive one and stood guard over her.
Hugh did the equivalent of a harrumph in my mind. ~So much for needing to touch her for this connection to work properly.~
I just shook my head. What was being done was