Page 107 of Craved By a Wolf

She nodded and pointed to her matching cuffs. “Bound.”

He didn’t look happy about that as he glared at her wrists, and part of her began to hope they had found an ally in this dark fae, one who really would help them get out of this realm.

“Fenix. Friend.” He pointed to the spot on his arm where Fenix had his brand and then at himself, and then he pointed at her. “Friend.”

“Friends,” MacKinnon put in. “We’re all friends here.”

The male looked confused again and began muttering in the fae tongue.

She caught snippets of it, but not enough to follow what he was saying.

Hella sighed.

They were getting nowhere.

As dangerous as it was and as much as she didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between them, she needed to risk using his language. Ethyrian was bound to have his entire army out looking for them. They didn’t have time to waste. Every second they spent with the dark fae was a second that brought them closer to danger. If the nymph caught Kin, he would kill him, and the thought of him dying ripped at her heart. She couldn’t bear it. She had to get her wolf out of this realm and this fae was the key to making that happen.

She ran through all the fae she knew, dredging up things long forgotten since they were never used in magical texts. Fenix had taught her a few greetings over the years and a smattering of conversational phrases that she had never used other than to irritate him. She hoped she had enough to cobble together something that would convince the fae to help them.

Hella blew out her breath to steady her nerves and translated what she wanted to say into fae, hoping she got it right. “We’re in danger.”

The black-haired male changed before her eyes, growing infinitely more terrifying as his eyes turned crimson and his lips darkened towards black. She backed into Kin as the fae’s skin paled further and inky markings curled around his biceps to sweep over his shoulders and down around the square slabs of his pectorals, ending in a swirl near his collarbones. Kin seized hold of her arms as the male’s transformation didn’t end there.

His black nails became inch-long claws and his teeth sharpened into fangs that he bared, his canines longest but the incisors next to them growing pointed too.

His scarlet eyes locked on them, the jagged silver around his elliptical pupils glowing as bright as the moon suspended in the inky sky above them.

“Something I said?” she whispered, her voice barely there as fear flooded her and she pressed her back against Kin’s front.

Had she just told the fae they were a danger to him?

The words for danger and dangerous were no doubt very close and she had been feeling the pressure, was no longer sure her pronunciation had been correct.

The fae disappeared in a black mist that sparked with gold flecks.

Hella seized Kin’s hand, needing to feel it in hers and know he was there with her, and braced herself for impact.

Chapter 32

If MacKinnon had been able to teleport, he would have swept Hella away from the realm of the unseelie the second the male transformed into something out of a nightmare. As it was, he scooped her into his arms, tearing a shocked gasp from her, and twisted to run in the direction they had come.

His entire body locked up tight as the unseelie appeared there, but it wasn’t the reason he had just frozen right down to his marrow.

No, the reason stood beyond the unseelie.

The nymph king and what had to be two dozen guards.

Kin’s heart thundered as he stared at Ethyrian, not liking the odds.

“How did he find us so fast?” Hella whispered, her nerves trickling into him, and the hunger for violence growing inside him intensified as he felt her trembling. His witch wouldn’t be so afraid if it wasn’t for the cuffs that were subduing her magic.

He glared at them. “The fuckin’ cuffs.”

She glanced at him and frowned.

Ethyrian slowly clapped.

“Not as dumb as you look, are you, wolf?” His blue gaze slid to Hella. “Did you honestly think I would not ensure you were unable to escape me again, my bride?”

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