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“How many wolf packs are there?” I asked.
“There used to be many, but we have been dwindling since the curse. Now, there are only two. Our pack, and the one in the Peaks. Without mates, there is little purpose left to fight immis, and many have let themselves fade to the insanity. The mated couples stopped reproducing as well, to avoid bringing children into painful, lonely lives.”
Damn.
I still didn’t understand everything he was saying, but I knew immis was some kind of insanity, and that being unmated was seriously difficult for the werewolf guys.
“How many wolves are left?”
“Around fifty in my pack, and a thousand among the mated. There were tens of thousands of us, centuries ago, but between the curse and a cult that ravaged our land, our numbers have fallen.”
My eyes widened. I wasn’t sure whether my emotions bordered more on sadness or anger for their sake. It was no wonder Serae had come to my world and stolen me away; she likely hadn’t intended to make the wolf shiftersextinct.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He frowned. “You have done nothing wrong.”
“I know, I just… it’s something humans say to empathize. I’m sorry that life has been shitty for you, and I hope things get better.”
“They will. Starting with you.” He stepped away from the sink. “Ready?”
“Not really,” I admitted.
His lips curved upward slightly. “You’ll be fine. None of the males will be foolish enough to touch you while you glow with our frenzy, and I haven’t lost a fight in centuries.”
“That’s not as reassuring as you seem to think,” I grumbled.
Ivaylo stepped up to me, and my breathing hitched. His arm went around my waist lightly, and when he eased me toward him, I took two small steps.
My chest brushed his, and though I was more comfortable without it, I regretted not having a bra. I hadn’t been thinking clearly when I told him to get rid of my clothes; I should’ve just washed the damn things.
“You smell of my scent and your desire for me. You will be safe, regardless of all else, Ezra. Trust me.”
I didn’t want to… but I had no choice.
So, I gave him a tiny nod.
Satisfaction filled his gaze as he stepped closer and lifted me off the floor. I gripped his biceps as he held my chest to his, clearly not entirely sure how he should hold me.
Ivaylo scaled the wall a bit awkwardly, still holding me to him as he went. My feet hit solid ground a few moments later, and I peeled my face off his skin.
Sunlight shone through the trees, relaxing my shoulders and bathing the gorgeous man against me in light.
“Ready?” he murmured.
I dipped my head in a nod.
His lips brushed my forehead, catching me off guard, before he turned me around in his arms. My back still pressed to his chest, and his forearm was firm against my abdomen.
I found myself face-to-face with dozens of men and wolves.
All of the men were massively tall, muscular, and covered completely in tattoos. Their hair was the same shades as the wolves I’d seen—gray, black, and white—and they had varying skin tones.
To top it off, they were all staring at me.
I tried not to shrink away from their attention, and Ivaylo’s grip was firm enough to hold me in place.
“Fate bound me to this human, Ezra,” Ivaylo told his pack, his voice strong and certain. “She is mine. You smell my scent on her skin, and see my frenzy around her body.”
