Chapter 13. Cold Winter, Wild Wolves

It’s impossible to outsmart Brandon. The man in front of me was too physically powerful, and too mentally unbeatable. It’s as if he could read my thoughts too—or was it my emotions that gave way to his treatment towards me?

I knelt down in front of him—them—still coughing. My chest heaved up and down while regaining my strength back. He almost choked me to death, almost sent me to my grave that hasn’t yet been dug. I’m so far from the Blyth Mountains and I promised my parents that I will take my last breath there, and bury my body in our family crypt.

What did Brandon expect from me? What does he want from me?

I’m not even sure if it was Zarion who carried me into the cabin…

Looking up to the winced faces, my brows knitted when Brandon’s lips formed into a thin line. Amazed and scared at the same time while looking at me. Now, what fucking kind of reaction is this?

“What?”

“Call him.” It didn’t sound like he was being playful. It was an order from