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“Okay. Goodnight, then.” I whispered.
“Goodnight, Rory. Sleep well.”
Murmuring a “you too,”I drifted back to sleep, blissfully warm.
When we wokeup the next morning, I felt much more at ease around Amarok than before. The sleep had helped. The conversation had, too.
We were still quiet as we ate and then started running, but notasquiet.
And while we ran, I asked a few questions.
He gave me all the information I wanted, and more.
I learned that Evare was full of magical beings, and that there were dragons, fae, elves, demons, gargoyles, and many others. They all had their own mating processes and rituals, and their own parts of the world.
He told me why the werewolves needed mates from Earth—because Serae had cursed the wolf shifters to only have male children, assuming she could undo it, and then failed.
The shifters had been dying out ever since because of some kind of insanity that came with immortality, calledimmis. Immis could drive them mad if they weren’t mated, and there were only fifty surviving unmated wolf shifters because of that. All of them were in his pack.
He explained that mated pairs were more like friends or partners than lovers. That sex was involved much of the time, but not always. That fate sometimes decided two people just needed to be tied together as friends.
That last bit of information relaxed me, unlike everything else I learned.
When I ran out of questions, he asked one of his own.
He asked me if I would tell him about Allen.
My fingers clenched in his fur, and I told him no.
He accepted my answer, and didn’t push me for anything more.
I was still uncertain about the flag colors in our situation for the most part, but I knew that one was green. Allen never would’ve accepted a no to a question like that.
It was latethat night when we finally reached the pack we’d been looking for. The trees had changed as we approached, looking more like the ones on Earth, with brown and black trunks and green leaves.
There were some people out and about despite the late hour, talking and laughing and sharing food. None of them tried to stop us, though I noticed many, many grins when they saw us.
I couldn’t help but lean a little tighter against his back when I noticed their grins.
“They’ll give us space,”Amarok assured me, as we continued moving through the pack’s city in the mountains.“They’re aware of Serae’s lack of control as to where our humans land when she transports them in. Our packs both have scouts scattered through every part of the Woods now.”
I stayed quiet, knowing the werewolves we passed would hear me if I spoke up so close to them.
“One of my packmates had already caught your scent and was running toward you when I passed him, lost to my mate run. He would’ve brought you to safety soon enough, even if we hadn’t been fated.”
I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved someone else had been coming for me, or bothered that Amarok had gotten to me first when the other guy may not have bitten me. He really hadn’t done anything to deserve my dislike though, so I decided I wasn’t going to be angry with him.
We were both doing our best in a new situation, it seemed.
Soon enough, we reached a large tree. Amarok warned me to lean in as we reached it, and I gripped his fur tighter as I bent down like he asked.
He soared through a low hole in the tree’s trunk, then stopped long enough to push a large lever. It slid a massive rock into place, closing the door behind us completely.
That probably should’ve worried me, but strangely, I trusted Amarok enough that it didn’t.
He jumped downward, and my heart flew into my throat at the sudden drop. Of course, he landed so smoothly I barely felt the impact.
“The huvim—the lightbugs you saw outside—can’t get in with the den closed, so it’ll be a little dark for you. I think we’ll both sleep better knowing no one can get in, though.”
