Chapter 40

There was no sound, only the barest flash at the corner of his vision—silver fur and white teeth—then he was tumbling sideways, snarling and internally cursing himself for now not concentrating whilst on the trail of a wolf like Evan.

Evan was foxy and had both heard him coming, or been observing for him and doubled returned to ambush him.

They rolled, snarling and snapping, and Gabriel twisted out of his jaws and scrambled to his feet, whipping around to face the older wolf with the scar that crossed his eye, both of them growling deep and long.

Traitor!

The word, shouted in Gabriel's mind, echoed thru his heart, too. Because even although he knew he'd executed the whole thing in his electricity to guard his people, he'd also been na?ve—and mistaken. He understood why they believed he'd abandoned them.

Amelia too.

And now he had yet another barrier before he ought to provide an explanation for why.

Cursing the god who wa