Page 153 of Mated to the Wolves

can’t let the Harbingers get their hands on that kind of power.”

Alpha’s description of me as a thing to be controlled instead of a person, doesn’t escape my notice.

Bo clears his throat. “You aren’t the only one we’ve made promises to.”

Cadoc hums his agreement. “Mmm Hmm. And he’ll be very upset if we’re hindered in our task.”

“Fenrir?” Alpha’s voice sounds nervous.

We all nod, and he swallows, hard. Not even he can stand against the direct descendant of a god.

“Fortunately, our goals align,” Alpha’s voice shakes just so.

“For now.” Kirk’s words are poignant.

“I’ll leave you to prepare to travel.” Alpha heads inside, leaving us alone with our thoughts and the new information.

Bo jerks his head toward the Alpha’s retreating back. “We’ll have to watch our back and front with him.”

“Nothing we didn’t already know.” Cadoc shrugs.

Kirk rolls his shoulders. “We should leave tonight. I don’t want to give him time to regroup or plot on us.”

“Time to get packed and get the hell out of dodge, Princess,” Bo wraps an arm around my shoulders.

A shadow crosses over the moon and I peer up. Streaks of red coat the glowing orb.

“Guys,” I point at the moon.

“Blood moon,” Fell observes. The prophecy has come to pass, just as the Volva said, but the journey is only just beginning.