FORTY-THREE
LIV
“They are our allies. We will help them in their time of need.” Warin gave his brother a stern look. “Not to mention once the witches have been disposed of, no doubt the skinwalkers will come for us. And for Liv.”
Aleric grimaced. “They’re f*****g witches, Warin! Let them annihilate each other—whoever’s left standing will be weak enough to pick off with ease.”
“You don’t know these skinwalkers, brother. They have fed from Ancient blood,” Warin said, his voice patient. “And if what Liv was told is correct, their master will not rest until he has overthrown me.”
“Not to mention, Raven’s my friend! Joana’s my friend! They got into this mess because they aligned with us. We’re helping them!” I snapped. I hadn’t told Warin everything Dennis had said—I hadn’t mentioned he’d
