Chapter 9

“The last hunter,” Hendrick said, standing in front of her.

She was taken aback by Hendrick’s presence, somewhat intimidated by it - much like she felt with her mate. Still, she faced him, determined to maintain her composure even with how uncomfortable and out of place she felt.

Why was she meeting Hendrick instead of her mate? His presence was nothing like she’d ever experienced. The way he spoke and his mannerisms left her feeling very uneasy.

“I’ve got a name, you know. I’m sick of being called wolf, hunter, or whatever. I have a name.”

Hanging her hands on her waist, Emory held his deep blue gaze.

“What is it?” he asked as he circled around her before returning to stand in front of her.

“Emory,” she said.

“Ah, yes.” He nodded, his eyes widening in recognition. “The last Chavére.” He added much to her surprise. “Colin and everyone else leave us,” he ordered.

Emory watched Sabine and the group leave, then turned back