The night wind howled through the archways of the ancient sanctuary, sounding every bit as impatient as I felt.
I stood in the exact center of the stone hall, the black wolf-fur mantle Diego had draped over me pinned tight across my shoulders. Beneath its thick weight, the shadow-steel breastplate pressed heavy against my chest.
Barely ten paces behind me stood Diego, flanked by Miguel and six of our highest-ranking Bloodmoon enforcers. It didn't take a soothsayer to tell me there were still more soldiers hidden about.
I threw a quick glance over my shoulder and let out a dry, quiet chuckle.
"So much for keeping your twenty paces back, Alpha," I muttered, shaking my head. "You're basically breathing down my neck."
"I compromised," Diego replied. "I promised twenty paces. I didn't say
