Khaos
I’ve listened to thestory three times, but there is something off about it, and she isn’t saying a word. She’s just staring out the window, pretending she can’t hear this conversation.
Like we are discussing the weather.
Who is this Jonas who thinks he owns her? Is he a mate? Has she had one this whole time? It wouldn’t be the first time a woman who owned us was trying to cuck her mate.
But if she had one, we would have known about it. We would have felt it, smelled him. He wouldn’t be okay with us being here.
No, I don’t think she has a mate.
So, who is this male who thinks he has ownership of her?
Dangerous. So dangerous.
If she is owned by a wolf, then we are owned by a pack, and I need to hope that no one figures out who my family is. All it’s going to take is the wrong person recognising us, and it will bring down the entire wolf world.
I rub my chin, watching her carefully.
“Is he your mate?”
She chokes. “No.”
“Is he your future mate?”
She shakes her head. “No, what wolf would take a human to mate?”
Breeder. I don’t let the word escape my lips. It’s the highest of the low. Only humans are worse. I've heard shifters say they’d prefer to take a knife to their throats before they’d touch a human, and others would rather mate with a true wolf.
It’s sick.
For a species that has been living side by side with humans forever, you’d think that we would have grown into some kind of mutual respect, but some wolves can’t see humans as anything more than stupid food.
Except the eating of humans has been banned and abolished for a hundred years. Yet, it hasn’t changed the hate and fear.
And still, I know that people suffer for it. Clearly, Casey has no idea what power she has on her wrist right now. She could destroy us.
I turn away from her and pace the lounge. I’ve sent the others away; it’s just us. The tension in the air is thick and heavy. I can feel her listening to me in every line of her body. She is tense, alert, and ready to react.
I step up behind her, unable to stay away.
“How can I help you?” The words escape before I really think them through.
Her eyes widen in the reflection of the glass. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting that. “There’s nothing anyone can do.”
“I won’t leave you here to become that for him.”
She inhales, her breath hitches, her distress turning the menthol sweeter with a note of flowers that is much more alluring.
“Khaos, none of us are in a position to make promises.”
“I’m making this one to you.”
“You can’t.”
“I will find a way to save you.”
She spins around, staring up at me. “Frieda said making vows under the light of the moon meant that they’d always be kept.”
