42. The Message
The mountain shuddered as Silas glared.
I shrank back as the wind howled and the clouds darkened. I tried not to look as terrified as I was, but I don’t think I was doing a very good job at it, especially if they could still hear my racing heartbeat.
We had made the link to make sure the vampires couldn’t take me from the wolves, but what if we had accidentally pissed off the witches by doing that? I shuddered at the thought as Derik stepped slightly forward. In front of me.
“Dangerous wolves. A move like this could be construed as an act of war,” Silas warned, but Derik shook his head.
“Or an act of love. Either way, it is done. You cannot have her,” Derik stated, and Silas smirked.
“Dirty f*****g wolves. And you say we can’t be trusted?”
“You can’t.”
“Then
