Page 110 of Full Moon
Her eyes lock with mine, the intensity almost too much to bear, before she turns to Khal. "If it was our child killed in my womb because of the council hunting for a single child... what would you do?" Her eyes burn so brightly they're almost white-hot with red centers, filled with a fury that could burn the world to ash.
"I would wipe them from existence," Easton answers before Khal can, his voice a low rumble of icy determination.
Khal's head snaps to the side. Easton's eyes are twin embers burning almost as fiercely as Feray's.
"We would have plenty of statues for your garden, Precious," Khal says, his voice steady with conviction.
"You know I'd probably either burn them or eat them," I add with a shrug, looking over at Torben. "I bet he'd rip them to pieces, then piss on their skulls." Torben's bear tosses its head in agreement.
"He says you're right," Feray confirms, glancing at me before motioning toward the front of the pack. "We'll handle the council once Fi and her guys get back. It's best to hit the mages and the council at the exact same time, so they can't rally together." She looks at each of us, her gaze fierce and unwavering, then turns back to lead us forward.
"She sounds like a dragon with her strategy," Easton remarks, a half-smile on his lips.
I watch my mate closely as she moves. There's a fluidity in her steps, a grace almost beyond that of a regular shifter. She moves with the smoothness of Khal's basilisk, her confidence as unshakable as mine and Easton's combined. And her temperament? All berserker, thanks to Torben. She's become the perfect combination of all of us.
As the cavern slowly comes into view, I feel a ripple of unease move through the pack. They know the stories, the warnings—that most who enter this cavern never return because of the ward.
Easton steps up to join Feray at the mouth of the cavern, and together, they place their hands on the ice, fingers intertwining.
Whatever words pass between them, mind to mind, the ice reacts—slowly pulling back into the mountain as if retreating from their touch.
Within moments, the cavern mouth yawns open before us, a dark, foreboding passage leading deep within. An icy breeze gusts out, carrying the scent of ancient magic.
Feray turns to us with a smile, her eyes still blazing.
"It's safe. Let's go."
She passes through the opening, Torben and Easton close on her heels.
I follow, the weight of what lies ahead settling into my bones.
The ward that kept the winter wolves trapped for over a century has fallen.
There's no turning back now.
