“Are you crazy!?” Bo whispers in a rough, hardened tone. “You want to send the girls!?” He hisses the words out through clenched teeth, as if they burn while leaving his tongue.“Yes,” Gray says simply.“I don’t like it,” Bo says. “I don’t like it one bit.”“You and Alazaer have both made it abundantly clear that this is the path you advise I take,” he strongly replies. “I meant me! Or you! Hell, an Omega! Not two teenagers, much less our nieces!” “As I said, neither you nor I can go,” Gray says. “And Abraxas will laugh if we send an Omega. The girls are our only hope.”There's another long pause, Bo huffing quietly to himself. "At least send someone with them," Bo pleads, his voice defeated and filled with anxious desperation. "For protection." "The girls can hold their own," Gray refutes."Not against him!""We need all the help we can get here." Bo groans. "I don't have many options here," Gray says. Bo scoffs in disgust. "If only Jorgen could see you now." Grayson growls a

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains. “Why?” I ask him. “If he’s so into blood purity why would he want an alliance with us?” It wouldn’t make any sense for him to want us. We’re a tiny nobody pack. Sure Ice and I are pureblooded, along with a few others, but the majority of our small pack are made-wolves that we took in. According to what everybody has been saying Thantos Abraxas loathes made-wolves. So why would he want anything to do with us? “Abraxas has five children,” Gray says. “Three boys.” My heart drops as my blood runs cold. A buzz