Chapter 118

Khelt must have been listening from his seat nearby, for at the mention of the North People he rose to his feet and approached them. “I will take her,” he said, his voice solemn and subdued, as it had been ever since the night in the valley. “If there is any hope of me undoing what I have wrought, I must try.”

“It is not your place to take such a thing back,” Caspian said, standing up to meet him. He locked eyes with his friend, the wills of both wolves struggling against one another for a moment.

For a love they both shared, for a conflict that had long been held in check, and for the duty of shouldering such a responsibility rather than entrusting it to another.

Caspian placed a hand on the alpha’s shoulder, and pressed him back down into a sitting position. “I would run until the life left my body, if it meant saving her,” he said softly.

Khelt’s eyes fell, the fingers of his injured arm clenching into a fist. After a long pause, he nodded. “You were alway