Knut did not take me to Jarl and Fenrir or the Alphas. Instead, I found myself in a mountain cave, pacing back and forth. The cave was clean and well appointed, with finely carved wooden chairs and chests, tapestries, and an iron stand that held a small fire. Brenna’s Alphas made their home in caves such as these. I was too agitated to sit.
Murmurs echoed down the hall, and two women pushed the curtain aside and entered the room. The dim firelight shone on their faces. One was dark and the other fair, and I recognized them from the few times I’d seen them from afar. Muriel and Sabine.
My mouth was too dry to speak, but Sabine, the tall blonde, merely looked me up and down with unnerving perusal. Her sister Muriel spoke first. “Sister Juliet.”
“Just Juliet,” I said automatically. “I am n
