Spiro.
“Where’d they go?” Gunnar asked, as clearly as his elongated muzzle would allow.
“To a holding cell,” Neo explained.
“You’re hurt,” Ramiro said, turning Gunnar around to examine his back. “I need to get him out of here,” he told Neo.
Neo glanced around the clearing, littered with bodies. “Sure, there’s nothing left to do here but clean up the mess.”
Once the immediate threat was handled, Gunnar’s body began to change. Shame filled him at the reminder of what he must look like. He tried to walk away, but Ramiro stopped him.
“Are you okay?” Ramiro asked.
Gunnar shook his head. “Don’t look at me.” Although he couldn’t tell for sure, Gunnar had a feeling he bore a striking resemblance to the dead hybrids.
“Close your eyes and hang on.” Ramiro wrapped his arms around Gunnar.
When Gunnar opened his eyes, they were in his palace bedroom. “Stretch out on your stomach while I find Spiro.”
Although his body felt like it was back to normal, his shame remained. He shook his head. “I’ll be fine. There’s still enough were in me to heal.”
Ramiro reached for Gunnar’s hand and pulled him towards the bed. “Don’t do this. What happened out there was a fucking miracle. Don’t let your pride turn it into something to be ashamed of.”
Gunnar sat next to Ramiro. “I looked like them, didn’t I?”
“Sort of,” Ramiro answered. “But if it hadn’t been for your wolf coming to my rescue, I’d be dead. So as far as I’m concerned, you never looked more beautiful to me.”
Even though Gunnar knew Ramiro was lying through his teeth, the statement warmed him. He realised he hadn’t had the chance to return Ramiro’s earlier proclamation. “By the way, I love you, too, you handsome little liar.”
Chapter Seven
Ramiro rubbed the sleep from his eyes before entering the conference room. Neo had summoned him out of a deep sleep for an emergency meeting. When he’d asked about waking Gunnar, Neo had told him to let Gunnar sleep.
Stepping into the room, Ramiro faced Neo alone. “It’s just us?”
“Yes,” Neo yawned. It was obvious he hadn’t been to bed yet. “The trial is set for this afternoon at three. Zeus wants to get Ian out of the way as soon as possible. He’s called upon Gaia, but so far nothing from her.”
“So you found him?” Ramiro was surprised at how quickly Neo had apprehended Ian. It didn’t gel with what he knew of his the King.
Neo tucked his hair behind his ears. “Zeus, actually. That’s the reason I called you here. I got permission for you to sit in the gallery at the trial. I need you to listen for any inconsistencies in Ian’s story. I can’t get past the idea there’s something deeper going on here.”
Ramiro nodded. “I have the same feeling. If it was really Ian who constructed the ward around Juniper’s pack land, his magic has to be stronger than he’s ever let on. If that’s the case, why would he let himself be so easily captured?”
“Exactly,” Neo agreed. “The magic has to be coming from Faelan , but why is it surfacing now after all these centuries?”
“What does Spiro think?”
Neo shook his head. “We haven’t talked much. He’s obsessed with the idea that his destined mate is trapped inside Sema . At the moment, he can’t seem concentrate on anything else for more than a few minutes at a time. Clasping his hands, Neo leant forward on his forearms. “What exactly did you see or feel when you bit Sema ?”
Ramiro thought back to the incident. He’d tried to push the ordeal from his mind and had no desire to repeat it. “Images, mostly. A crying woman with strange green eyes. She was holding a handsome man with long black hair at one moment, and Sema the next.” Suddenly a forgotten detail came back to him. Ramiro met Neo’s gaze. “It was the same woman that I saw when I bit the donor. Only she wasn’t sad at all, she was furious. The eyes were the same colour but held
“Where’d they go?” Gunnar asked, as clearly as his elongated muzzle would allow.
“To a holding cell,” Neo explained.
“You’re hurt,” Ramiro said, turning Gunnar around to examine his back. “I need to get him out of here,” he told Neo.
Neo glanced around the clearing, littered with bodies. “Sure, there’s nothing left to do here but clean up the mess.”
Once the immediate threat was handled, Gunnar’s body began to change. Shame filled him at the reminder of what he must look like. He tried to walk away, but Ramiro stopped him.
“Are you okay?” Ramiro asked.
Gunnar shook his head. “Don’t look at me.” Although he couldn’t tell for sure, Gunnar had a feeling he bore a striking resemblance to the dead hybrids.
“Close your eyes and hang on.” Ramiro wrapped his arms around Gunnar.
When Gunnar opened his eyes, they were in his palace bedroom. “Stretch out on your stomach while I find Spiro.”
Although his body felt like it was back to normal, his shame remained. He shook his head. “I’ll be fine. There’s still enough were in me to heal.”
Ramiro reached for Gunnar’s hand and pulled him towards the bed. “Don’t do this. What happened out there was a fucking miracle. Don’t let your pride turn it into something to be ashamed of.”
Gunnar sat next to Ramiro. “I looked like them, didn’t I?”
“Sort of,” Ramiro answered. “But if it hadn’t been for your wolf coming to my rescue, I’d be dead. So as far as I’m concerned, you never looked more beautiful to me.”
Even though Gunnar knew Ramiro was lying through his teeth, the statement warmed him. He realised he hadn’t had the chance to return Ramiro’s earlier proclamation. “By the way, I love you, too, you handsome little liar.”
Chapter Seven
Ramiro rubbed the sleep from his eyes before entering the conference room. Neo had summoned him out of a deep sleep for an emergency meeting. When he’d asked about waking Gunnar, Neo had told him to let Gunnar sleep.
Stepping into the room, Ramiro faced Neo alone. “It’s just us?”
“Yes,” Neo yawned. It was obvious he hadn’t been to bed yet. “The trial is set for this afternoon at three. Zeus wants to get Ian out of the way as soon as possible. He’s called upon Gaia, but so far nothing from her.”
“So you found him?” Ramiro was surprised at how quickly Neo had apprehended Ian. It didn’t gel with what he knew of his the King.
Neo tucked his hair behind his ears. “Zeus, actually. That’s the reason I called you here. I got permission for you to sit in the gallery at the trial. I need you to listen for any inconsistencies in Ian’s story. I can’t get past the idea there’s something deeper going on here.”
Ramiro nodded. “I have the same feeling. If it was really Ian who constructed the ward around Juniper’s pack land, his magic has to be stronger than he’s ever let on. If that’s the case, why would he let himself be so easily captured?”
“Exactly,” Neo agreed. “The magic has to be coming from Faelan , but why is it surfacing now after all these centuries?”
“What does Spiro think?”
Neo shook his head. “We haven’t talked much. He’s obsessed with the idea that his destined mate is trapped inside Sema . At the moment, he can’t seem concentrate on anything else for more than a few minutes at a time. Clasping his hands, Neo leant forward on his forearms. “What exactly did you see or feel when you bit Sema ?”
Ramiro thought back to the incident. He’d tried to push the ordeal from his mind and had no desire to repeat it. “Images, mostly. A crying woman with strange green eyes. She was holding a handsome man with long black hair at one moment, and Sema the next.” Suddenly a forgotten detail came back to him. Ramiro met Neo’s gaze. “It was the same woman that I saw when I bit the donor. Only she wasn’t sad at all, she was furious. The eyes were the same colour but held
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