KAEL
“All I’m saying is this,” Nyssa said, lifting one shoulder. “If you were going to sulk about it this much, you should never have let her walk away. And I’m not following a miserable werewolf into the Blackwood Wilds.”
A scowl pulled at my mouth. “I’m not miserable. And this is not forbidden ground. You’re here because of loyalty, not because of my mood.”
“So true,” she said easily.
I snapped a low snarl in her direction. Nyssa only laughed.
She was the youngest among us, barely twenty. Still, she had served beside Marrow since she was fifteen and had risen fast. Reckless. Loud. Too fearless for her own good.
She was the last wolf I would have chosen as my third, yet when things turned violent, her wolf never failed. She traveled between packs, handled unrest, delivered hard me
