92

KNIGHT

We followed their instruction despite my wolf’s defiance. It was not about how we could survive. It was about making peace with them if they would give us a chance to talk. But I would take my chances if they lay a hand on Nirvana.

A few minutes later, the big house came into view— a country house in the middle of the woods, almost covered with snow, but the enforcers did not take us there. They turned left. They were putting us in one of their cages as their prisoners.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s all right.”

I was right. There was a small cave. It wasn’t so much a prison cell as a cave gated with an iron door. Only a single yellow lamp reflected the iron walls, which were probably five inches thick. I ignored the horrible smell inside. Someone must have died here, and they left it rotten to torment their prisoners.

“Get in, or I will rip your mate apart,” said the head of the enforcers.

“At least give us five minutes to tell your alpha that we didn’t end here on