"But what will that mean for Graeme? I can't… I can't leave him," August answered with a tremulous voice.
A crow squawked above and she raised her eyes to the tree where it was perched watching her. Her crow. Was it encouraging her? Warning her? Rebuking her?
Penelope saw her shivering and removed her shaw, wrapping it around August's shoulders.
"I can only imagine how impossible this seems at the moment. I have never had a mate, August. But if you do not leave with the ancient one, and I mean quickly… there will be no mate to leave behind. Graeme will find you and will fight until the death for you. Of this, I am sure you are well aware."
