“It’s a curse, not a blessing.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” Elijah reached for Mason’s hand, warmth washing through him when Mason accepted the offer. “I already offered to help, and I meant it. It’s not a bad thing to be different.”
“You have a community… a pack.”
“You could too. Have a community, I mean. There are other psi in town here, and I bet there are more out in the wider Wellington region too. We could find out.”
Mason squeezed Elijah’s hand, then released it. He chewed on his lower lip. “I already know there are, but I’m not sure I’m ready to be a part of that yet. Fiona…” He turned to face Elijah. “My sister is psi. Most of my family are. I already knew Lewis was, but not what his ability was. Nana said it was his secret to tell.” Mason hesitated. “Fiona met Ennis shortly after she moved here. He sent his friend Noah a message when I didn’t pick up my phone. Isaac, Noah’s husband, is a nurse. He saved me. They all did.”
“Perhaps, when you’re ready we could talk to them. Together, if you like.” Elijah wasn’t surprised that a community already existed. He’d heard rumours of other psi outside Kedgetown, although they mainly kept to themselves. He doubted any of them knew about the supernatural community, or if they did, they weren’t letting on.