The storm raged, threatening to tear the roof off the Packhouse.
Landor raised a hand. "Seal the doors."
Over a dozen armed warriors stepped in front of the exits. Stella, still clutching Victor’s arm, finally regained her smug composure.
She thought I had drained too much blood. She thought I was too weak to fight my way out.
Isabelle wasn't here. The Moon Deer healers had been blocked at the border.
I stood completely alone in the center of the hall. The fresh bandages on my wrist were already soaking through with crimson.
Landor held up the glowing Blood Pact.
"Cecilia. According to the ancient laws, you belong to the Ash Pine Healing Division. Until your Alpha is fully recovered, you are forbidden to leave."
I slowly turned to look at Victor.
He was looking right back at me.
