140. Love or war

Prince Ismir

“How did he come through the barrier?” Father snarls, finally thrown off his feet by the unexpected happening.

“I don’t know.” The Whisperer says, my first time hearing him utter those words. “It should be impossible.”

Apparently not, if he’s right there.

“What do you know about him?” I ask. There is something about him that has my hair standing on end. It is simply my most primitive instincts recognising a threat, a major one.

“Nothing,” The Whisperer says. “But judging by his power and the fact that he entered the barrier unscathed, there are only a few people that come to mind. I believe that is her mate, the one commonly known as the demon wolf.”

“What?” I say, startled out of the blue.

Is that where the sense of familiarity comes from? Am I feeling her familiarity with him?

“She does not look like she recognises him.” I say, tracing her location.

“Not with the the amount of poison we had to pump into her system.” He says. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t ev