Chapter Forty Eight

HECTOR

“Where are you going, Nola?” I groaned but the woman just shook her head wordlessly.

It was the second time she’d stopped smack dab in the middle of the procession.

“You’re going to get a fly in your mouth at this rate.” I chuckled, looking down at the woman who had jumped off the horse the minute she saw the city lights, slack-jawed with wonder.

We were almost to the city gates, and I could tell, even from the distance, that the city had not woken up yet, the yellow of my wolf eyes picking off the triangular metal heads of the watch rower guards that were nodding away with sleep.

The crack of thunder rumbling overhead was just about as ferocious as my digestive juices that were currently chipping away the muscular walls of my empty stomach.

The Alpha always eats first, but what did the old boy do?

I let the maidens have the leftover food for the remainder of our voyage.

I’d gotten only a glimpse of what the green-eyed imp looked like when she was hungry and the small pouch of