“Not if I have anything to say about it,” another voice joined the conversation.
I looked up and saw an older male walking towards us beside an uncomfortable looking Gunner.
In fact, he looked equal parts confused and furious standing beside the man, who on closer inspection resembled him—his father maybe?
“Alpha McFadden, you were not to approach me here,” my mother hissed.
“I don’t obey you, Witch. But we have a deal, and I’m here to see it honored.”
Right.
Because apparently this night needed more trauma.
“What is going on here?” Menon asked.
Gunner snarled—but he looked upset and startled.
“Mother?” I asked, clueless as to what was happening.
“Amrin, I’m afraid it is time,” my mother said sharply, relief and irritation warring in her voice. “Come. We’re leaving.”
My mouth dropped open.
Leaving?
Excuse the fuck out of you?
Beside me, Menon went utterly still.
Dangerously still.
The air around him shifted immediately.
Pressure thickened.
Moonlight sharpened.
The runes beneath his blue skin brightened faintly.
Protective celestial Monster mode activated.
“She is not leaving,” Menon growled, his voice low and menacing.
“I am not going anywhere,” I agreed, stating my words carefully.
But my voice shook slightly anyway.
Because no matter how old I became, some terrified younger version of myself still lived beneath my ribs whenever Evelyn Cordoza looked disappointed in me.
My mother’s gaze slid dismissively toward Menon.
Cold.
Assessing.
“You will do as instructed, Amrin. Alpha McFadden requested an audience with you for his son and heir to the McFadden Pack, Gunner.”
“What? Why?” I gasped.
