âThen weâll fight for him,â Evelyn added, her voice sound as she took my hand.
I looked at her, searching her face for any sign of doubt. There was none. She believed in me, in us, was unwavering.
A heavy breath escaped my lips as I straightened my back.
âWe will do what we can do,â as we headed back to the pack house. My heart throbs at the thought of telling Dane the rival packâs conditions for his life and the packâs peace.
Blood & Silver: Rise of the Alphaâs Rejected⦠1/7
AURORA
We got back a few hours later and I couldnât bear to face Dane or anyone. I freshed up and went to sit at the head of the large oak table in the packhouse, weighed down by my frustration.
The fingers of one hand drummed aimlessly on the wooden surface as my mind whirled from Daneâs condition to the wicked conditions of the rival pack.
Piper approached me with a sad face, a look of trouble on her features. âWhat now, Piper?â I asked, far sharper than I meant.
She didnât even bat an eye; sheâd gotten so used to my present condition.
âItâs those claw marks near the border,â she said, crossing her arms over her chest. âSomething about themâs been gnawing at me.â
âDid you patrol the area like I told you?â
âI did, but I think we missed something. I want to go back and look again.â
I leaned back, blowing out a slow breath. âFine. Take someone with you this time.â
the center of the clearing.
Strange markings scarred its bark, their patterns jagged and deliberate.
My stomach tightened. âThose are the same symbols found near the packhouse,â I said. âWhat do you think they mean?â
Before Piper could respond, faint whispers pierced the air. We looked at each other, then wordlessly retreated to hide behind the trunk of a thick tree.
Two unknown werewolves appeared. Their voices were low yet as clear as crystal.
âThe pack is weak right now,â one of them said with an edge of arrogance. âThis is the perfect time to strike.â The other wolf nodded gravely.