Chapter Thirty-four

Danshak chuckled. “Your father was right. You always know the right things to say. I am the luckiest werewolf alive.”

“Don’t make me blush,” she laughed.

When they got to where Zanisck was sitting on a tree stump, they found Weruona sitting by his feet, idly sharpening his spear.

“Ah, here she is. The she-wolf with the words of wisdom,” said Weruona. He couldn’t keep the bite off his tone because he was annoyed that his reasonable explanations were not enough to convince his little brother that he was about to ride to his death if he continued on his solo quest for revenge.

“There is nothing anyone can say to change my mind, so do not even bother,” said Zanisck. His jaw was set firmly in a look that Erin recognized. It was the same way her brother, Eric, looked whenever his mind was made up even when what he was about to do was totally foolhardy.

“It would be a terrible thing for your father to lose his mate and his son within hours of each other. I’d say that’s a very mean thing to d