Chapter 34: Mates

Nesta’s POV:

Ivan stood beside me with a frown between his brows.

"The Ulfric wants us to go there tomorrow." He said, running a hand through his curls. I gulped, my stomach churning at the prospect of going down south and confronting Daniel and his pack. I just didn't want to be a part of it but I had to, it was why I had been sent here.

"Then we will." I answered, my voice thick but steady. I had almost called Winterlash last night, intending to beg and even grovel at his feet for taking me off this mission. I wanted to plead with him to call me back home.

I tensed as the scent of leather and ink flooded the drawing room announcing his presence even before he stepped into the room and Xavier mercifully stayed quiet as he glanced over his shoulder.

"Devon." Ivan greeted him curtly and I waited for him to speak.

There was only silence that met my ears, a swirling energy drawing close to us as Devon neared, aggression filling the room.

"Greetings, Devon." Xavier drawled and it was o