It wasn’t until late that night, when I rose to relieve myself, that I passed a puddle of rainwater and met Yseult’s reflection.
“We do not have much time,” she said. “Even now, the pack is closing in on one side, the Grey Men on the other.”
“Tell me, then.” I said. “How do I stop the Grey Men, and the rising?”
“Bond with your warriors. Bring them back to the pack with this news. United they will stand against anything.”
I touched the silver ring around my neck. Earlier, they’d taken the plug out, told me I’d wear the torc for the rest of my life. “We have been trying to bond—”
“Try harder. Do not fight it. You can bond with them, if you allow it.”
I shook my head. The witch seemed so sure that once my mates and I bonded, we could avert all disaster. It made me wonder what she knew.
