"Pyotr."
Russian for Peter. He must be a direct relative of Vladimir. The thought of my soulmate sent a shudder down my spine. I let out an audible sigh and drew the hood of my cloak away from my face. "Listen to me very carefully, Pyotr," I began. "Your Alpha is in grave danger. You all are. Take us to him. We could help. If you do not take heed and grant us entry, it may be too late for all of you."
"Are you threatening me, witch?"
What a dumb dog. I rolled my eyes. "Did you not hear a single word I said? I told you, we came here to help."
"I pochemu ya dolzhen verit' tebe, ved'ma?" And why would I believe you, witch? said the boy in his accented voice. "Wasn't it one of yours that brought the Volch'ya Chuma to humankind?"
Volch'ya Chuma. The Wolf Plague. This young boy knew his his
