“You aren’t a werewolf,” said my guide. “My mate is,” I told him. “If you would be so kind as to wait here,” the werewolf told me, “I will let Libor know you want to see him.” “He’ll not have a choice,” I told him, and he stiffened. “Curiosity, at the very least, will bring him out. Tell him I’m the mate of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack and I’m on the run from the Lord of Night, who kidnapped me.” “Bonarata?” exclaimed the werewolf, then he held up a hand when I started to explain further. “No need to talk to me. I’ll let Libor know. It might be a while.” He left.
