“Your friends should have just let me run,” I growled.
“It would have happened sooner or later. You can’t outrun fate,” said Everett. “So, who is it?”
As much as I wished to prove him wrong, I suspected Everett had a point. If it hadn’t happened while I was safely surrounded by the Mythguard and people who claimed to care for my wellbeing, then it might have happened while I was under attack from the Inkscales. That would have ended even worse. Sighing, I tightened my fists until my knuckles whitened. “The wolf who attacked me. Black fur, blue eyes. It was him.”
“Colt,” breathed Aislin, repeating his name for me. “Colt Hexen.”
“He attacked me in the dream too.”
Aislin shook her head. “You just can’t catch a break. Of course, it had to be him. What are we going to do?” She looked
