Chapter 257

“The fates, if you haven’t noticed, are inherently vague and slow to do anything. I was eighteen before they did anything about me and my gifts. Maybe it will be another eighteen before I get some sign of how to end our wars.” I bite it out harshly, a glimmer of resentment surfacing even though I know I should not doubt the higher powers. We both sigh, and she grips my arm tighter, her breathing shallowing, and I look up to see what has her gasping. The dark figures of a combined pack of fifty or more wolves move through the fog as one fluid unit. I spot them too. Heading towards the mountain, it’s obvious, even from here, that the most familiar figures, our mates and our sub-pack, are leading the way. Still leaders, even under a spell. It’s a sight that crushes me. We both stand stock still, holding breaths, watching them disappear into the fog, and my heart sinks as I lose sight of him. A fire emerges in my stomach and burns in my chest as rage builds from heartbreak. “Screw the fat