“How did you know I was here or that she's with me?” the pixie asked her.
“I'm not a high fae simply because I unanimously voted for myself to be one, Adira. Believe it or not, I am actually quite powerful,” Peri said dryly.
“Fair enough,” Adira conceded. “Anna is fine. She's resting after her eventful day.”
“Yes, I suppose running from her mate was quite taxing,” Peri agreed. “How long will she be your guest?”
“Until she's ready to face her destiny, however long that takes.”
“And what if her wolf grows impatient?”
Adira rolled her eyes. “I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf.”
“I can't control him indefinitely, pixie. You are powerful, I can sense that, but even you are no match for a pack of wolves. The healers are sacred to the pack. They may decide to join him in coming for her.”
