Maeve
The sensation of Blake’s warm blood dripping onto my shoulder made me shudder, as if it were branding me. I caught his forearm as he dragged me a step back, using me as his shield. We were standing so close to the mist that I could feel its hissing and swirling tendrils desperately reaching for my skin.
Silence shrouded the night air. With my eyes full of tears, I looked at my brothers and uncle.
Blake laughed. “So many are going to miss you? What a pity.”
“Blake, don’t do this.” I heard my uncle calling him by his first name and I went still. Blake stiffened behind me. “Leave her,” Gale said. “And I will recommend to Alpha Hendrick to lift the curse of mist.”
Blake scoffed. “Not in a million, Gale.”
Goddess. They knew each other?
“Then take me instead of her,” Gale suggested.
