“It appears the song had no effect on those wolves,” she said sadly. “That was the purpose of you singing just now.” She brushed her fingers across the blackberry bush. “We must get to the Carving Glade. The song is weakening. Too much of my energy is spent keeping Aidan out of here.”
Great. Just fucking great.
“I—”
A replay of the ice memory snared me, shutting me up.
When it reached the frostbrood claws digging into my belly, it skipped forward to me waking up on the ice again with fading words in my ears.
“When two hearts sing, so the melody of blood begins…”There were gaps in the words, swallowed by static.“…walls will crumble…purged…eternally.”
What the hell did that mean?
I didn’t get the damn answer before waking up in a warm place.
Huh?
Silvanus…
I have to get to Silvanus…
Firelight danced on the ceiling, keeping the shadows at bay.
Was I inside a cave? I mean, I’d slept in enough of them over the years to know.
But rocks were never this soft or fluffy on the spine.
I sat up, finding myself on a flattish surface covered in thick fur, a fire burning before me. Others were gathered around it, all naked and yellow-eyed.
Werewolves.
“Oh, shit!” I yelped, jumping to my feet.
They all rose together, the guy called Declan came up to me, his dick swinging like a pendulum.
Oh. Yeah. The big-dicked alpha and fellow executioner.
Whoa. I swayed on my feet, needing a seat.
Staggering back, I gathered myself enough to plonk back down on the fur.
“Easy there,” the alpha said, crouching before me.
There were too many things popping off in my brain. Confusing, heartbreaking, super frustrating.
I have to get to Silvanus…
A terrible thought hit me. I straightened. “Aidan, he?—”
“He vanished when he came back together,” Declan answered.
“Fuck knows how,” a woman answered curtly.
The others all nodded around the fire.
Fingers crossed he’d gone off to recuperate for a bit. I needed the break.
Heart racing, I steadied myself with some deep breaths, staring into the eyes of the alpha.
