Carter
Standing at the gates of the coven, I saw the moment the wolves arrived. Moving behind a tree, a golden-brown wolf carrying what I assumed to be clothing in its mouth shifted and Ryder stepped out into the clearing.
“Where is she?” he growled, and I remained where I was with my arms folded.
“Where’s who?” I casually returned riling him up even further. If he were to attack me here n ow, on our lands, the peace treaty would be officially over.
“Cut the crap, twinkles,” he growled again, “you know who I’m here for.”
“She’s a prisoner of the coven,” I returned formally, “she attacked a member of our coven and until the score is settled, she’ll remain here until Aliyah’s finished with her.”
I could see the conflict crossing his face as he knew it was only right for the affected pa
