Has he already chosen a side? He said he wasn’t with the Blackthroats, but I know that’s not true.
Warning bells sound in my head. They should’ve been sounding this whole time, but I was weak from fasting in the visions. Now I’m finally waking up to the disaster of my situation.
Noah kidnapped me and is holding me prisoner. He intends to use me against my pack, I’m sure.
This wolf is the enemy.
Noah
I narrow my eyes at my lovely captive. “I don’t care about your war.”
Her pale brows lift toward her hairline. “No?”
“No.” I sign the word as I speak it.
“What do you care about?”
I watch her lips move. They look plump and soft. Kissable. My wolf is riled up being in the same room with her. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
But I shouldn’t be thinking about that. Especially not when she’s at my mercy. It would be wrong to make any kind of move on her. Besides, I couldn’t trust her motivations if she reciprocated. She could be doing it to get free.
And I still haven’t ruled out the possibility that she lured me to her to win this war she warned me of.
So I ignore the question and her delicious peach blossom scent, putting a bite of steak in my mouth and chewing.
She does the same. It satisfies my wolf to feed her. Her arms and legs are too thin. She was so weak, she was barely able to walk to the bathroom, and the way she tore into the meat made it seem like she’d been starved.
I’m sure the fits she has during her visions sap her strength, and she also mentioned fasting to improve the visions, but something makes me think there’s more to it. My impression from our shared visions was always that she was a prisoner of some kind.
Which should make me feel all the worse for keeping her my prisoner now.
But I have no choice. As I told her, fate delivered her to me. She must be the answer to finding the Moonborn.
Aster finishes the steak and moves onto the broccoli. After she cleans her plate, she wipes the butter from her lips with her cloth napkin. My cock stirs at the thought of licking it off for her. My wolf wants me to keep feeding her, but I don’t want her to get sick. She devoured her food too fast.
Now I wish I’d purchased extras from the grocery store before I checked into the cabin. Wine would be nice right now. Or something sweet.
“Are you still hungry?” I sign and speak the words, and she pays attention to my fingers, like she’s committing the signs to memory.
I watch her lips move, still wanting to kiss them. “I’m okay. Thank you. That was delicious.”
I touch the tips of my fingertips together, contemplating the situation. I don’t know what in the hell I’m going to do with her. I can’t very well let her go now because the moment I do, the war between packs begins. Or perhaps it already has–I don’t know. I still haven’t returned Brick’s messages.
“I have a question,” I say.
She stills, her face arranging into an inscrutable mask.
Fuck. I don’t want her so guarded.
“How old are you, Seeress?”
She relaxes a bit. “Twenty-two.”
“What were you doing up in that tower?”
Wariness returns. “Receiving visions.”
“And you were fasting to receive them?”
