The three of us went to meet Brenna and her mates, holding hands. I felt a little nervous walking up the mountain path, but it could’ve been the scrutiny of all the assembled wolves. The mountain Berserkers had posted guards three deep outside the cavern where we were to meet.
“Last time we came to see Brenna, we were going to steal her,” Maddox murmured. Neither he nor Ragnvald seemed to mind the glares of the other pack. Or if they did, the Alphas didn’t show it.
I gave them a sharp look, and Maddox grimaced. “We were desperate, little witch.”
“Things have changed.” With a hand on my back, Ragnvald guided me into the cavern. Two great warriors--the two foreign Alphas I recognized from the Gathering last night--waited for us. One sat on rock carved to look like a throne. The other stoo
