Xael
The Lycan king curses under his breath while I frown. His Lycan is able to sense things my wolf can’t.
He tries to change the subject, but I am smarter than that. I have been sensing that Xena is hiding something from me. Carl, whose wolf has heighted senses has been acting strange around Xena lately, so has Fiona.
“Tell me,” I urge, and he shakes his head.
“It is nothing. My Lycan must be mixing things up.”
“What is it picking?” I press on. Clint is already on high alert. Something is happening with Xena. We just have to know.
“You made me think Xaden was dead. You owe me this,” I add, blackmailing him.
He lets out a sigh and masses his temples.
“Look, I am not certain…” he hesitates.
“Yes?”
“I can sense her death…”
I don’t wait for him to say any more. I storm insid
