I should not have said it too bluntly; I should have used different words. My vision blurred, but I still pushed forward. “I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. “I saw her entering the White Woods—”

“The White Woods?!” Geneva smacked a hand on her own forehead. “Are you insane?!”

“Almost,” Gregor replied and looked down at my left hand, a river of blood flowing out.

Geneva loudly gasped and began to frantically call for several Healers in a panic. “The Alpha King will have our heads if he sees his mate in this condition!”

Gregor seemed to be laid-back and relaxed in my mate’s pack at the mention of my...