Caleb swallowed. Who the hell was this guy? Caleb looked back at Bell and Ashleigh.
“What does he mean, Bell?” Ashleigh asked.
“He’s Tomas’ son,” she whispered through tears, holding desperately to Galen’s hand.
Caleb closed his eyes and lowered his head ever so slightly. He took a deep breath.
Roman grinned.
“Even so,” Caleb said, “you can’t just go around putting your hands on a Summer wolf.”
“We’re not in Summer,” Roman growled. “Your authority ends at the fancy new gates.”
Caleb growled.
As much as he wanted to pummel this man for all he was guilty of, the threat of war was very real, and they were not ready. They wouldn’t be for at least a few more weeks, if even then.
“Winter is not so forgiving,” Ashleigh growled, “we won’t let you get away with it either.”
Roman laughed bitterly.
“You don’t speak for Winter either,” he smiled, pantomiming the act of tipping his hat to her. “Luna of Summer.”
Ashleigh growled, remembering Axel’s similar words.
