MATED TO THE ENEMY ALPHA
Draven moved before thought, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, slamming him lightly against the wall.
“How do you know that?” he demanded.
Anton raised his hands slightly. “What the—It’s a riddle. You didn’t know that?” He said, directed at me.
“A riddle from what?” I asked.
Anton looked at me, “What is going on and let me go…” he said trying to untangle himself.
“Those are the exact same words Volkava says over and over to me.” Draven says.
Anton looks at him, more confused now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but those words are inscribed in the ancestral book.”