Chapter11

In the distance, I could hear my father and security rushing downstairs. The wolf suddenly scooped me up and leaped to the next rooftop. When we stood once more in that Gothic castle bedroom, the silver chain lay quietly in the drawer. This time, the wolf did not shackle me with it. Oliver, or perhaps Liam, summoned three elderly medicine men. Their tattooed fingers moved near his temples, ancient chants echoing in the stone chamber. "The Alpha's soul has been torn apart by itself," the eldest medicine man announced in a raspy voice, his cloudy eyes turning to me. "His father—the previous Alpha—died by a silver knife wielded by his human wife. The young master watched his mother plunge the knife into his father's heart." "His spirit split itself in two." "After marrying you, facing your father's opposition, Oliver, the human identity, felt inferior. Then the werewolf identity awoke, but believed it had fallen for another man's wife." The cruelest irony was the sordid deal they struck w