Jasmine’s P.O.V.

When we were in the prayer room, I heard some incoherent voices buzzing in my mind: "promise, my lord!"

It was like that I was able to listen some distant conversation, something important but it was all impossible to understand. But it was there just for a moment, my mind returned to normal darkness with the light of my wolf in it. Ginnie was happy, wagging her tail repeatedly.

“Darcel’s link is re-sorted, everything is solved with out a hitch.”

I didn’t agree with her. I was sure that I felt Alex’s emotions in a flash but his unease was noticeable. What were they talking about? A promise?...