Chapter 7 - James

For three weeks, I’ve spent my days searching the Dark Wood and my nights at Amalea’s side. I haven’t found a fucking thing but love—love that I’m going to fucking lose if I can’t find some proof that my mate is innocent. Chad and his Blood Moon freaks have ransacked her house. No evidence of treason or her mysterious conspirators. Shocker.

They’re growing restless and want to return to their lands. Marcus has been sure to remind me that we—and their Alpha—also want them to return to their lands and their duties. Their regime was only stopping here on their way to Cold Bay. Vamps laid siege to a guard station there and turned it into their own personal blood cooler. Literally, I hear they cut the power and gas, warriors can’t get out for wood, and the temperatures have dropped on that side of the mountain.

There’s also the matter of naming a new gamma. Chad seems to think he’s won it by default, but he forgets that’s not how titles work. You don’t just get promoted to gamma because t