The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
He couldn't just abandon his people.
"No," I said before Ares could answer. "We're not running."
"Yara—"
"They came here for a reason," I said, looking up at him. "That woman... she said she was summoned. Summoned by blood. What does that mean?"
"I don't know," Ares admitted. "And that's exactly why we should leave."
"If we run, we look weak," I argued. "And weak Alphas don't keep their packs."
Ares stared at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, the tension leaked out of his shoulders. He almost smiled.