29. Phoebe

“Rami? Our little Rami…to save a human?” Naomi gasps, Finn immediately agreed, both of them scowling.

I knew it would go this way. I didn’t bother to argue with Huli about it, mainly so I could stay present.

My big sister and Finn match in black vests and dark pants, the bulge of daggers clear against both of their hips. I wore a beige, dress made of long intertwined strips of fabric. Normal in Lanfear, bizarre at home. Alpha Cillian completes our group, his expression as stern as when we accused Sawyer.

Followed by guards from the instant we crossed over into the human border, my arrival home had been greeted by one seriously pissed off welcome party.

That was before we asked for Rami’s tender little throat and wolf.

Cedric loomed over our conversation, mounted in the silver-clad carriage, a silver-tipped crossbow loaded. Heath shuddered and shook in the back, turning greyer by the second, draped in royal blue. The pure ice of Huli reminds me she is not of this world.

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