The Alpha will take what is owed.
Those words suddenly came back to me.
Nyren had whispered them to me the night of the Rite. Her white eyes had glinted something strange in them, as if meaning to say something she shouldn't.
Now, as I stood before the man whose gaze could strip the marrow from my bones, and after what Nyren did to help me find my way out of Levian pack, I finally understood.
When she said the Alpha she hadn't meant Finn.
She had meant someone else. Him. The Alpha of Undercity.
My chest went up and down as I took a sharp breath. Nyren helped me escape, and she had done it for him.
I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I forced my voice past the tightness in my throat.
There was something else that unsettled me.
"Did you set the fire on our lands?"
It should have been a question, but it came out as an accusation. Sharp, raw, weighted with anger.
His gaze did not waver. If anything, it sharpened, as if amused by the audacity of my demand.
