I grimaced. That I’d even put Celeste in any danger at all still didn’t sit well. I’d left her alone in the Antarctic wilderness, but it was the lesser of two evils. I couldn’t take the risk of my wolf causing her harm under the influence of the moon sickness.
“I suppose you have a point,” I said, rubbing my chin. I trusted Celeste’s judgment, and her interpretations of the Handmaidens’ written history. “If you’re able to pinpoint who his fated mate is…it’s worth investigating. If you can’t, magically speaking, then we don’t have the time or resources to spend on it right now. Not before the eclipse.”
“I understand,” Celeste said, already looking brighter.
“And,” I continued, holding up a finger before she got too carried away, “If we can’t bring this person safely to the island, it wil
