Two pairs of scary eyes watched him leave.
He shook off a cold chill. They were nothing, just talking a big game. He couldn’t wait to see Magdelina’s face when she realized she was being handed over to a mage.
That had to be worse than ending up with the Black River Pack.
Once he and the mage were done, Krol would kill the driver to leave no witness of this trade. The Gallize alpha Ivo would have no way to tie him to losing his mate. Krol would turn the wilkotauks loose, as he agreed, only because Jothan’s reputation was everything. If he chose not to do business with Krol, word would get out, and Krol would be alone on an island of his own making.
Ultimately, Krol would get the last laugh on everyone when his Lammogo flew him away.
Chapter 38
Alifair came awakesuddenly. Had a noise pulled her from the deep sleep she’d been enjoying, or was the nightmare still sucking the air from her lungs?
The nightmare won.
She wouldn’t have believed she had a dream worse than the prophecy of her death.
After she and Bosse had cleaned up with the cold water in the gourd last night, he’d tossed the edge of the cover over her and wrapped his arms around her chilled body, keeping her warm. She didn’t stay awake long enough to worry about some animal or bug getting to her. Bosse had been there keeping her safe.
But she couldn’t expect him to protect her from nightmares.
This one had been too vivid.
She’d dreamed of the castle ruins not far from where they’d slept. Bosse had been in it, too, but this time, he never acknowledged her presence.
In her heart, she knew this had been a projection of what would happen today if she didn’t stop the vision from coming true.
Pushing hair out of her eyes did little to aid her in seeing until her eyes focused. With sunrise still half an hour or more away, the first tiny speck of light brightening the horizon highlighted trees and branches.
Good thing since she had to find her way to a bathroom spot. Then she could come back and think up a plan.
Squeak!
She froze. That was not a natural sound from the woods. Quieting her breathing, she closed her eyes and focused on her sense of hearing. Another less noisy squeal sounded in repetition... just as she’d expect a wagon wheel to make.
Could that be Krol?
