"Thank you for telling me," she finally said, her tone more angry than grateful. Her stomach lurched every time she replayed the way he said ‘to lead your brother away…’ but Rem moved past it.
“So, what’s the web we are in? Who is involved? Was it Fiona who cursed you? I need to know.”
“No, not her. Someone with adarkheart,” he hissed. “Gally doesn’t even know of her.”
She paced back around the room with quickened feet. She didn't know what to feel about Deacon, and it made her indecisive. She wanted to ask every question that burned in her heart, but she also had to leave.
"I should get going,” she mumbled, looking at the floor.
He gave a bitter smile. "If I die before I see you again, I just want you to know that I wasn't your enemy."
Her gaze lingered on him as a sense of unease washed over her. She had an urge to get back to Nia, and without second thought, Rem hurriedly turned around and rushed back through the door.
Nia had already moved closer, no doubt listening in. They both breathed heavily, staring at each other. Rem nodded, as if to say she was ready for anything. Wordlessly, the two hurried back through the building, running at full speed through the backyard.
They stammered into the home, panting as they approached the library.
Freya was already standing at the window, her blue eyes seemingly grayer. “What happened?” she asked, as if she knew something horrible was wrong.
"Deacon said he knows things that would make Ronan come north with an army,” Rem said, focusing on the damning details. “And there are witches involved, and Fiona wasn’t the only one. They have promised the Callons many things, and the witches are behind it all.”
Freya blinked rapidly before languidly looking off, the gesture so much like Ronan.
Rem wished he was there.
“Tell me everything.”
Rem recanted the entire conversation, filling in gaps of knowledge that Freya did not know.
The she-wolf asked, "Did you ask about Lothar?”
Rem stamped her foot, her heart dropping. “Damn, no. I’m sorry, I forgot. Oh, I’m so sorry, Lothar,” she muttered to no one, feeling terrible guilt, as all that male did was watch over her.
Freya hissed. “It doesn’t matter; Deacon wouldn’t know.” A more animalistic expression overcame the mother of the Alpha, reminding Rem they were creatures of the moon. “I don’t want to leave Lothar, but we must leave. Get to Ronan, then come back for Lothar. We are useless without my son… But also, what would make Ronan come with an army... Doesn’t matter; it is settled. We need to speak with Enzo, if not Allard. Perhaps be so extreme as to be leave by nightfall.”
"What about Deacon?"
Freya shook her head. "Our priority is leaving. We simply lack the numbers, and something is gravely wrong.”
Both Nia and Freya looked around, as if they heard something that Rem didn’t.
“Do you feel that, Nia?” his mother asked.
“Yes.”
"Why can't I feel anything?" Rem asked, her heart beginning to race.
"You're new," Freya dismissed, quickly redirecting her attention to another shifter who guarded the front door. She spoke to him, to which he nodded and then moved with haste to the front of the home, leaving as Rem heard the front door shut.
"What happen?" Rem poorly asked in Icelandic, hoping anyone would answer.
"Something has changed in the loyalty of Scarlet," Freya said, speaking harsh words in Icelandic to more guards that came in from the front. Rem missed the first half and got lost in translation.
A howl sounded in the distance, the crooning melody a haunting signal.
Rem clenched and unclenched her fists as Freya walked past them into the main hall of the home. They followed, an uncomfortable and palpable silence surrounding them. The stillness only altered when more shifters entered the home, all speaking quickly with one another, forming a small group within the estate.
It was a pack. The remaining Warden members were coming together to form a small but resound pack.
