I knew what Callum would do, and I had to try.
“Othello, you, and only you, have permission to come into my territory for exactly three hours.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, I could feel Macbeth on the other side of the bond, sending an email to the other alphas that said the same thing.
The email was time-stamped. The clock was ticking.
“Am I coming to retrieve my wolf, or am I coming to play you for him?”
I wasn’t sure of the answer to that question, so I responded by hanging up the phone. If Othello was as close to the border as he’d claimed, he’d be here in a little over an hour, and I needed time to assess the situation.
To decide.
What do you expect me to do? I knew things were dire when I started having pretend conversations with Callum in my head. You sent that e
