Chapter 73

Lennox’s POV

“That was foolish, Lennox.” Luther huffed, his agitation roaring louder than his words. “We had her—our sister—right here in her own home after fourteen long years, and we just let her walk away with those fucking assholes.” He couldn’t stop pacing the room. “They even carry a fucking curse on their heads. What if she’s been tainted by being in their pack?” he exploded, still seething. I stayed silent, tearing through my meal in the private dining room adjoining my chamber.

He’d been like this ever since Draven had left cradling Maeve in his arms. Luther hated it—he’d wanted us to fight, to tear Maeve from Draven’s grasp. But what then? Exposing her to the world as our sister, the White Wolf named in the crystal stones, meant inviting every enemy on earth. The Eclipse Pack would send its hunters, and soon creatures no one had ever heard of would pursue her for her formidable magic.

Even in my anger at letting Maeve ride off with that bastard, I