Chapter 12.-1
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Everyone’s wolf rose to the surface, including mine, and I struggled to push her back. The whole situation was strange, but that didn’t mean we needed to attack right away. I opened my mouth to say something, but the woman just raised her eyebrows. “Obviously our witches knew that you were coming. They have names, but they couldn’t see why you were here, only that you would need some guidance. Shift if it makes you feel safer.”
He didn’t. “You have seers among you. I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never met one.”
“I suspect you’ll be meeting this one, but not today and perhaps not on this particular journey. She does not live among us, just pops in from time to time, although I suspect she has more information than she provides. She finds us…intriguing.”
“As do I,” he said flatly.
“My name is Sera. Does that make you feel better?”
Rhyson studied her for a moment and then relaxed. “To be honest, nothing about this place makes
me feel better.”
“You would not be the first to say that. Charles says that you may have run into trouble. He smelled
blood. Are you hurt?”
“A group of wolves left the mountain and isolated our vehicles while a second group hunted us. They were a bit more organized than we were expecting. We thought rogues couldn’t leave the mountain,” Duke said carefully.
They knew we were from around here, but Duke just told them that we weren’t from the mountain. I studied their faces to look for surprise, but found none. “You will find many surprises on our
mountain,” Sera said with a mischievous grin. “There are many rogues and room for them to live as they would like, and since they go unchecked, I imagine they leave and return to the mountain as often as they would like, although I doubt they go far. They are mindful of the ignorant human
communities nestled in the mountains and leave them alone. There are also wolves here who
would not consider themselves rogue.”
“A wolf without a pack is a rogue,” Dante pointed out. “Wouldn’t they all be rogues here?”
“The rules are different here. I hope you’ll be mindful of that.” Her eyes moved to me, and she cocked her head with interest. “You travel with a human?”
“She is none of your concern,” Rhyson growled.
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I ignored him. “I’m not a human. Charles has already seen my wolf.”
“Indeed, I have. A beautiful wolf,” he said with a nod.
Clam
Sera’s frown deepened. “I apologize. I hope I didn’t offend you. I’d gotten a sense of werewolves, but you seemed different.”
“Not different,” I muttered as I tried to keep the hurt from my face. It was one thing to know that I
couldn’t connect to my wolf, but another thing entirely for a complete stranger, a human for that
matter, to point it out. Aware that everyone was staring at me, I turned to Charles. “You said that I
could see someone about my knee.”
“Yes, please follow me.”
“Duke,” Rhyson barked. Duke immediately rose, but Rhyson shook his head. “I’ll go with her. Stay
here.”
Kill if needed. He didn’t need to verbalize it for us all to know what he was thinking. If our hosts
understood, they didn’t let on.
It was insane that Rhyson accompanied me rather than staying with his wolves, but I just rolled my eyes as he fell into step behind me. I walked behind Charles, so we were this weird little line wandering through the village.
The community was impressive, much bigger than I originally thought, although not well protected. I didn’t see anyone I thought might be a soldier or a guard. Most of them were elderly, some friendly enough to smile and wave, and some who stared at us with blank faces.
One thing I did notice. “There don’t seem to be any children here,” I blurted out. Charles didn’t even break his stride, and I grimaced behind him. “I’m sorry. That was rude.”
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