“Tell the alpha that his mate is in heat in the woods.” “I ain’t tellin’ him that.” “Then make something up.” Abertha’s exasperated. She’s close. A yard or two away. There’s a slight easing, not in my body, but in my mind. She’ll help me. She’ll know what to do. “Like what?” “I wouldn’t dare think for one of the alpha’s minions.” Abertha doesn’t even try to not sound sarcastic. “Yeah, that wouldn’t—” Fallon’s voice trails off. “But if you were gonna give him a report?” “I’d say his mate is in heat in the woods.”
