eye as he ripped their heads off with his mouth. And here I’d let myself dream of what it might feel like to kiss him when he had me pinned to the wall.
How am I meant to be comfortable in the Poisonous Woods with those things about? But maybe there aren’t others? Please don’t let there be more.
Stories talk of a powerful witch coven living in the middle of the forest, and to find them means entering a woodland littered with protective spells and hexes. So to add zombies on top of that will only exacerbate the situation.
And I’m no fool to think Ragnar wants to visit them for the sole purpose of seeking their help or for any other peaceful reason. Despite trying to get out of it last night, at the end of the day, I made a deal to find my sisters, and I won’t feel guilty for helping get these wolves to the witches’ doorstep. No one likes Cursed, so I don’t have allegiances to either side. That means what happens between them is none of my business. All I want is my sisters, and I’ll use the one ability my mother taught me to get the wolves through the woods, then I’ll step away before anyone turns on me.
I worry about Jae being left behind. She can’t come with us. I support this, but my chest tightens at knowing she’s under the protection of Alphas. Like me, she’s an Omega, but while she’s still young, some Alphas won’t care.
My mind also keeps going to Kaira and what Ragnar told me. I refuse to believe the body he found in the woods is her. Jae said last night that soon after she and Kaira ran from the Storm Wolves, they encountered a small cluster of rogue wolf shifters near our pack home. They were split up in their escape, and the last time Jae saw Kaira was up here in the Savage Sector of Romania. Jae found herself running from one danger to the next, which eventually led her to the Shadowlands Sector down south. This is why I need to find Kaira myself before I believe anything.
I thread my arms through the leather corset and tug it down over my head before pulling at the cords to tighten the fabric around my chest. The white, long sleeve shirt bunches up underneath it, but who cares when the corset holds my breasts firmly in place. I tuck the shirt into the black pants that are a tad on the tight side, but I feel comfortable in these fresh new clothes that were left just outside our room. I’m unsure if I should be more impressed by the fact that the men found these pristine clothes in this town or that they knew my size perfectly.
Brushing those thoughts aside, along with the hair off my face, I head out of the bathroom, well aware that as much as I hate going on this mission, I don’t have much of a choice.
In the bedroom, Ragnar’s hardened face greets me from where he stands by the main open door to the hall.
Shock freezes me in the doorway to see him waiting for me, as I didn’t expect him to actually arrive this early.
He’s broad-shouldered and somehow appears taller in his full-length black coat. It’s zipped from the base of his throat to just above his groin, where the rest of the fabric falls loosely around his black pants that are bunched up over his dark combat boots.
The way his eyes rake down my body leaves a fire in their wake. He runs his hand over his dark hair, which is shorter around the edges and the back and long across the top. He still wears those tiny silver rings tied into his hair, and it suits him. My mind yells at me to pull myself together before it’s too late and he thinks of me as nothing more than an Omega who lusts over any Alpha I cross paths with.
“Morning,” he says. This beautiful man in my room knows exactly the impact he has on me. I see it in his grin.
“Umm, you were serious when you meant early?” To conceal how much he affects me, I sweep my attention to the rest of the room, finding no sign of my sister.
“Where’s Jae?” I ask, straightening my shoulders. I eye my boots by the table. I grab them and sit down on a chair as I tug them onto