Chapter 21

The words came out of his mouth, but I read the confusion on his face. His question was clear; why had Atlas asked for me? His obsession with me was becoming more than a problem. I kept my emotionless mask on as I stared between him and Ezekiel giving nothing away, but internally I was frustrated. I needed to leave. I had done my due diligence. In fact, I had done more than enough. I made sure he survived, hand-delivered him to safety and gave him my blood. What more did he want from me?

I could not stay here any longer. Beside the obvious danger to my person regardless of Ezekiel’s promise of safety, and even though I would love to take some of these wolves out - especially the little shit one from before - continuing to stay here put my secret at risk. I was not sure how the wolf felt about his comrades knowing his truth, that I was his mate, but that was something I planned to take to the grave. No one was to know, least not this pack of miscreant wolves. There was no question in a