The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 855

I do my very best to imitate my mother in this moment, trying to fall into that deep mediative state she uses when she heals people. Because I have to go into my soul now, and into Gabriel’s, to try and help him. Ben – he’s handling the physical healing of Gabriel’s body.

But I’m here to concentrate on my new mate’s soul, and his wolf.

When my inner eyes open, I see that I am indeed in the world of my soul, my body appearing there next to my wolf’s in a way that it never has before, except perhaps in dreams. “Oh, hello,” I say, laughing as she bounds over to me and gives my face a few happy licks. I run my hands quickly through her soft, pretty fur – something that I’ve only done in pieces before, rushing a hand over it or grabbing it with my fingers.

Yes, here in my whole body for the first time, it’s different.

A little whine makes me turn, and I laugh when I see Jackson’s gigantic dark wolf standing there too.

“Oh, you’re here!?”

He huffs and steps forward, his head lowered towards me, as if to say where the hell else would he be. I laugh and scratch his head too, smiling when he turns his face into my palm in the same wolfish way that Jackson does in the real world. He gives my hand a playful nip before bounding off after my wolf, heading towards the edge of my soul where she stands, her paws shifting anxiously, looking over the edge.

I follow them there and peer across the little soul bridge towards Gabriel’s soul, seeing his wolf still there sunk into that pit of oil and tar, just his nose and his eye above the line of it like a crocodile. That is, if a crocodile also had pointy tufted ears that stuck out a little bit too.

My wolf whines and looks up at me, desperately wanting to help.

“I know,” I murmur, reaching over and patting her head. “I want to help him too.”

I take a deep breath and step forward onto that bond, the bridge between our souls.

The blue flame appears in my hands, burning and bright, and my wolf spins in eager circles, delighted by the sight of it. Gabriel’s wolf shrinks away, floundering in the oil. I sigh and get to work, knowing that he might not have a great deal of time left.

I urge the fire to burn even hotter and then slowly reach it towards the dark substance that traps Gabriel’s wolf.

It doesn’t…quite burn, not really. It’s not true oil after all, and it doesn’t burst into flames or anything. Instead, it merely seems to shrink away, or to dry out, losing all of its power when faced with the Goddess’s heat and light. I begin to experiment when I realize how it works, my wolf staying close at my side, panting eagerly as the oil begins to recede. When I think that I’ve got a hold of it, I really let it rage, the fire burning wide and hot through the darkness.

Slow at first, but then faster and faster, the pit of oil in which Gabriel’s wolf has sunk begins to recede, leaving a dry hole behind. Piece by piece his wolf’s head appears, and then his neck and shoulders as he gasps for air. He snarls at the fire at first but then as the flame comes closer, and warms him, he gives the most pitiful little cry, reaching his snout towards it.

I reach for him too, leaning far out across the pit and taking his little snout in my hands as the fire continues to burn, shrinking the darkness inch by inch.