FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO
Penelope took a seat in the hall, her face pale with worry. “I’m so sorry. I knew about it. I should have warned her.”
“She is an adult, and she made her choices. It’s not your fault,” Darius assured her. It was early morning, and he had just told her about what happened between Marcus and the others the previous night.
“Do you agree with Andrew’s plan?”
“There’s no other way,” he said, sombre. Andrew was determined to duel Marcus. It was the only way to keep everyone else out of danger. “He is not going to let her go back to Blood Moon.”
“What if he loses–”
“He can’t. He won’t.”
“You can’t be sure. Everything will be on the line. Our family, the pack.”
“I know,” Darius said, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “But he marked her, Pen. He is not going to let her
