Right then, Chris poked his head in, looking grim. "Heads up. Deucalion's on his way here and he's pissed."
Allison rolled her eyes and stood up. "Of course he is. I'll deal with him."
Despite the burning silver, Megan reached through the bars to grip her wrist. Surprisingly, the she-wolf's hands were freezing. "You don't have to do this, Allison."
Changing her grasp, Allison held Megan's cold hand. "Yes, I do."
"Your grace?" Chris asked. His eyes were turning amber. "He's close."
Gathering her wits, Allison pulled away from Megan and went to stand outside with Chris. Now she could feel why Chris was on edge. The air crackled around her, tightening in her lungs. Beside her, Chris was fidgeting, his eyes completely blood red now. Deucalion's fury was one hell of a calling card. Eventua
