Chapter 138
- “I guess,” Colton’s distracted, not fully believing even if he seems to agree. I know him better than that, and the worry in his eyes betrays that this isn’t an answer for him fully. I did think he was a little quiet when we woke up, and he made love to me this morning rather than having crazy morning sex. He seemed subdued before we came to breakfast, overly touchy-feely and attentive. I thought he was tired, having one of his calmer days of reflection that sometimes happens. I never knew he was harboring all this and picking apart the meaning.
- Since starting to get visions, he’s found it both a blessing and a curse, often frustrated with the cryptic confusion they can cause. They are hard to separate from dreams sometimes that have no meaning, and he has started questioning every night terror he has. His powers are growing, but he feels they’re getting more chaotic, invasive, and frequent in recent months instead of harnessing them.
- He’s also learning to heal with his touch, much like Sierra can. He can close wounds and cure minor sicknesses, not that he’s had Guinea pigs to try for more. Wolves are too good at healing themselves, and the children don’t often have anything serious. He’s spent time in the medic room practicing on cuts, bruises, and childhood viruses to see what he can do under Sierra's gentle hand, and he’s pretty great at a blue, glowing wave of healing perfection. The worst he has had was the odd broken bone from a clumsy fall of a pup.