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all to get there. They have some sort of radio. Ishbel will take you
down. Come on.” She took off at a fast trot, and he had no choice but to follow
her.
    “How do you know this?” He lengthened his gait to keep up. It seemed once
she had a purpose, she went at it full speed.
    “I looked, of course. I was curious.” A chagrined grin spread across her
face. “I have to see to my family and prepare them for what’s ahead. So, we
have an agreement of sorts?”
    “Yes, after I get a look at the Redmavens’ den I’ll let know what I’ve
decided tomorrow.”
    Her shoulders sagged a little with disappointment, but she nodded and
took off to get her sister.
    Drew wanted them long gone before the Redmavens got another whiff of
them. The loose plan formulating in his head should work.
    But why did he have the sinking feeling his choices were toppling like
dominoes, and leaving him with only one? To take Sabine for his mate.

 

     

     
    Chapter Seven

     

     
    Sabine collapsed in the minuscule cave tucked high into the side of the
hill. The bravado she’d used to hold her own with the alpha was depleted and
left her a mass of spent, quivering nerves. She wrapped her arms around her
chilled body to control the tremors racking her body.
    Alone in her personal haven, she allowed her fears and insecurities to
surface. She never felt so intimidated, daunted and hopeful all at once.
    Her father’s plan was set in motion. Sabine doubted very much that the
proud were would readily agree to the condition she’d demand before they
cemented their bargain. No alpha would. She only hoped Lunedare’s obsession
with finding his sister outweighed his pride and the instinct to hold onto what
was his.
    If he acceded to Balthazar’s wishes, it’d take her one step closer to
fulfilling her promise to her father. Looking back, she realized Balthazar
started to lay the foundations to his plan a long time ago.
    Sabine never imagined she’d actually have to keep the vow she’d blithely
made to her father to ensure the continuity of her pack. For that, she required
a male to impregnate her, but she always thought she’d choose her mate. And now
her father had trapped her and Lunedare neatly into a mating. Sabine’s lips
twisted into a grimace.
    But nothing was a sure thing, in spite of her father’s machinations. She
might not be able to fall pregnant now that her breeding cycles were irregular
and infrequent. The concept filled her with dread. It would be another failure
on her part.
    Duty to the pack was paramount, and it wasn’t in her to stand by and
allow hers to fade into extinction without a fight. Yet, a part of her balked
at doing what her father asked. She had her pride and wished to be wanted for
herself.
    As far back as she could remember, her father declared she’d inherited a
full complement of a Silverwolf’s gifts. Her skill at masking their presence
over a wide area outstripped even Balthazar’s. Sabine and her pack sisters
honed their stealth and fighting skills under her father’s tutelage. It hadn’t
occurred to her that they’d actually have to use them to defend their pack.
Their strengths lay in concealment and misdirection. She’d always assumed any
real threat would come from humans. They killed what they didn’t understand.
    Sabine couldn’t remember the exact moment she started to cover her
father’s mistakes. What she’d taken for mere absent-mindedness was the
beginning of Balthazar’s decline. Little by little, she stepped in to care for
her family. Sabine kept her family fed and hidden for so long she didn’t know
anything else. Maybe that’s what bothered her most. Sabine hadn’t taken an
order from anyone in a long time. Living under Lunedare edicts would be
confining.
    Her family had followed her lead in every way but one. She’d tried to
move the pack while Balthazar was able to run on his own. No matter how much
she pleaded, cajoled, and threatened, the older members of her family