Chapter Twenty-Two

I was dragged into the cold light of day by Cole’s Beta Jethro and several other burly Weres I recognised as being among his inner circle. They held each of my arms and lifted me easily up the stairs until suddenly I was outside his bedroom door.

“Alpha, we have her”, Jethro barked.

There was a pause and some shuffling, then the handle clicked and out came the dishevelled form of Rosie. Her hair was tousled, skirt back-to-front and her sweater was inside out. She looked me up and down in amusement and smirked before sauntering off down the hallway.

“Send her in”, Cole ordered.

I was pushed into the room with an almighty shove in the middle of my back, landing on the floor in a heap. The door slammed shut and I heard the lock turn ominously.

He was standing by the window looking out towards the front gate.

“Your Alpha has declared war on Pack Jackson, dearest Nova. It seems the time has come to make good on your promise to join me against Wyatt and call your pack to our side”. His