Maeve
Blake halted the horse, holding its reins, and stared at Tate with a furious expression. “What did he say?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice.
Tate sucked in sharp air. “He said he’s sorry for his impulsive actions and he’s going to join us when we cross the borders of the Bones pack.”
Blake narrowed his eyes at Tate and nodded just once. “Return with this message: we won’t wait for him. He should be there waiting for us.”
“Yes Alpha,” Tate bowed and turned to leave. I watched him disappear behind the trees.
We continued on our journey toward the Silver pack. I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the Mist kingdom. Rivers flowed lazily as waterfalls gushed over high cliffs while we meandered through valleys and meadows. Mist was our constant companion. It would swirl and twir
