“Not always,” I countered, “and it’s a moot point, because Lucas isn’t a loner. Right after he showed up on our land, I got an email from his alpha, demanding him back.”
“This is the first we’ve heard about it,” Selena said tersely.
“It’s the first you’ve heard about it,” I corrected. “But Lucas said Othello made some kind of deal with your mother, and whether or not the rest of the coven knows a thing about Othello, I can promise that he knows about you.”
Selena didn’t reply. She just turned on her heel and left—but not before I caught sight of the darkness that spread across her eyes the moment I mentioned her mother.
I concluded three things based on our interaction with Selena.
One: she hadn’t exaggerated her skill with weapons. She’d taken a chunk out of Macbeth’s voluminous hair
