Olivia
“Stay back, Olivia,” Nathan said, his voice stern and commanding. “I need to deal with this traitor.”
Nathan’s words sent my instincts on edge. Inside of me, my wolf’s voice echoed clear and proud.
“Don’t let these men kill each other,” she said. “It’s not worth it.”
My wolf was right; this fight was silly. The real battle was over. I had found the artifacts, and with one command, I knew that I could make all of this stop. They were just fighting over feelings now.
“Nathan,” I said, ignoring the heavy stares of Alvin’s men, “it’s not worth it. We can deal with him later. We have to get home.”
“Oh, can you?” Alvin asked, c*****g his head to the side. “Olivia, you know you don’t want him. Ever since we were kids, you always had a special connection with me.”
