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Isla didn’t know how much she could believe her, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She’d have to follow along or try to find a way to break out. The latter could waste too much time.
Something was pulling her arm. No, notherarm—Saoirse’s arm. And not something, someone.
The person doing so had their face turned away; their entire figure seemed to shimmer…blur.
Saoirse sighed, running her hands over the many skirts of her gown. “I don’t know, Eva.”
“Oh, come now,” Eva drawled, turning and pushing back her tawny locks, twisted in an intricate coronet. Still, an aura seemed to shine around her. “We’ve been waiting for this day.”
“You have,” Saoirse corrected. “You dragged me here.”
Eva heaved a breath. “Every she-wolf of age dreams of being invited to this ball. The whole purpose is to find your mate, and we both knowyouneed one.” She sidled closer as she forced Saoirse into step, and the two of them exited what had been a cramped powder room.
Plucking thoughts as they flew by, Isla tried to gather what she could about where they were and who Saoirsewas—not just by name, but as a person. There had been nothing notable about her bloodline, and, though she put on a jaded facade, eagerness powered her blood. But she couldn’t shake her nerves. Somehow, the not-yet-queen had found the room hidden away on one of the upper floors of the Pack Hall, sweet-talking a guard to let her by to escape the madness below.
And madness it was.
Isla couldn’t help but marvel along with Saoirse as she took in the grandiose of Phobos’s Pack Hall in all its glory. Not yet a victim to dark magic, the halls were loitered with finely dressed pack members, their gowns and suits much more embellished than anything Isla had ever seen anyone wear as of late. Five hundred years would do that, she supposed.
A symphony of joyous, resplendent music rang out from the ballroom they approached as they descended a broad stone staircase, pine winter garland twined around and around and around the rock.
“You know,” Eva leaned close to her ear, and Isla could practically feel the energy rippling off her. It emanated from no one else. “I also heard that Alpha Heir Aneurin is seekinghis mate.”
Isla could feel something within Saoirse tremble as if a part of her had already known even then where her future lay.
You will find him. As we always have.
“He’s courting someone, isn’t he?” Saoirse asked, trying to play aloof.
“Only until he finds his fated.” Eva waved her off before inclining her head in an attempt to see over the masses once they’d reached the bottom of the stairs. “I don’t want to fall to the end of the line to meet him. He may get bored and leave before he gets to us.”
Saoirse scoffed. “Well, that already makes him sound like quite a charmer.”
Eva poked her side as they spilled into the mingling ballroom crowd, and from within, Isla awed at the beauty of the stained-glass window. She couldn’t help but wonder why Deimos’s was so high up and away from everyone else. The aura that Phobos’s cast over the ball’s guests, a rippling sea of night, had been nothing short of magical.
“Keep that scowling look on your face, my dear. I’m sure you’ll dazzle him.”
CHAPTER42
KAI
Kai had no idea what the fuck was happening.
One second, he’d been running for Isla, and the next…here.
Phobos…in the past.
Honestly, there wasn’t much that could shock him anymore, but he knew he needed to find a way out, to find Isla and their family. He’d heard the howl before this magic swept him up, but dredging up his power and slamming it against its confines had yielded nothing. Roaring into the void for that woman to explain this tohimhad been met with silence.
But there had been a flicker of their bond, and Kai knew, deep within himself, that Isla was here, Isla was safe, and he just needed to play his part to find her.
He’d figured out that Aneurin was Aneurin fairly quickly. With that same otherworldly sense that he’d felt the thunderstorms, and with the same way that power Kai possessed also seemed to lay dormant beneath Aneurin’s skin.
Did he understand why he was seeing everything through his eyes? Not really.
But had he figured that the best way to find Isla would’ve been to find Aneurin’s fated mate, Saoirse? Yes.
Too bad he had no control over this damn body.
