Chapter Ninety

CHAPTER NINETY

“Stop!” Isaac shouts, brandishing a copper colored dagger at us. I’ve never seen a weapon like that before, but based on what I know about the Flagstaff pack and their ever growing collection of stolen magical items, I suspect it has dark powers I’d rather not experience.

Nash and I stand perfectly still, making no moves that would spook or threaten them.

“It’s good to see you, Regan,” Nash says, keeping his voice low and even.

“You’re a liar,” Regan spits, her arms crossed. “You sent me away to be mated off to Brandon. I bet you were hoping you’d never have to see me again.”

“I’m glad you’re doing alright,” Nash says.

“So this is your old Alpha,” Isaac sneers. He approaches us, looking me and Nash up and down. “I remember you two.”

“Yes,” I reply, trying to match Nash’s non-confrontational tone. “We spoke at the pack house. You were looking for Regan.”