Evander It is a whisper, but it is a very clear whisper, and Conri calls Council-member Boaz at my request. We need to know what we can and can't do when it comes to this idiotic wolf, and we need to keep this girl safe at all costs. Council-member Boaz orders us to go to the nearest safe-house, and I sigh in relief the moment I start to recognize my surroundings. It won't be long before we are at the cottage. I am glad we have been here before, because now no one knows who we brought with us. It is a one-story cottage surrounded by tall trees and a whole variety of wildflowers. There are two bedrooms at the back, and that is more than enough to accommodate us tonight. As Conri stands next to her, I realize that she isn't tall, and we both tower over her. She hasn't lost her sense of humor as she tells us what ran through her mind, and I chuckle as I try to imagine her running away from us. My Lycan starts to chuckle at that image. Conri guides her into the cottage as I grab the bag from the SUV—her Father gave it to me after Conri left us to get her from the dungeon. My Lycan has been acting strange for the past two days, and he is starting to annoy the hell out of me. Conri told me that his Lycan was no better. Neither of our Lycans are able to tell us why they act the way they do, nor can they explain what it is they are feeling. Tomorrow will be the first day of the Full Moon, and I have a suspicion our Lycans are hoping to find their Mate. We have been waiting long enough for her. We have been waiting for her for thirty years, and Conri and I are close to giving up hope. With every year that passes, my Lycan starts to get more depressed, but every time I bring up taking a chosen Mate, he blows up in my face, and it takes days before he talks to me again. Conri's Lycan is the same when it comes to our fated Mate and a chosen Mate. We sometimes talk about it and have a good laugh at their attitude towards a chosen Mate. Conri's Lycan refused to talk to him for a week when Conri once suggested to me that we each take our own chosen Mate—not that he was being serious. Rummaging in the kitchen pulls me from my thoughts, and I see Conri in the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Conri After I ask my Brother why he thinks she got convicted, I know where his thoughts are going—the same place and time as mine—and I know why the Council chose us to go get this girl. Not that they don’t trust anyone else to do the job, but because of our past experiences. The Alpha is waiting for us as we stop in front of the Pack-house, and I can tell by the look on his face he is not pleased to see us—not that Evander or I care about that at all. "Alpha, we received a call that one of your Pack-members attacked your Luna. We are here to bring her in front of the Council," I say. Before the Alpha gets a chance to say anything, his Luna steps forward. "She hit me in the face and broke my nose," she growls angrily, and the Alpha has no choice but to show us where they are holding the girl. On our way to the dungeons, the Alpha tries to convince us that his Luna was overreacting to Umayza’s attack. "Alpha, Umayza attacked your Luna and broke her nose. There were witnesses to it, and they convicted her of assault. We will take her to the Council for her sentencing," I say—not that the Council will sentence anyone without hearing the full story. Over the years, I have seen males and females brought in front of the Council, and some of them were actually sentenced for their crimes. But most of them had been relocated or given the chance to get revenge for a wrongful conviction. Not that Packs were informed of what happened to the Pack-members we brought in front of the Council.Squad-members who are sent to get a convicted member from a Pack usually don’t even find out what they were accused of or what their explanation for their crime was. Sometimes we get to hear the story as we bring them to a new Pack, or we escort them towards the Sanctuary. We walk down the stairs into the dungeons, through a hallway leading us further into the dungeons, and the Alpha opens a door that leads into a small room with one cell. My eyes get drawn to the female inside the cell—her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, and her chocolate brown eyes don’t reveal anything. My Lycan growls in my head as she shows us what she is wearing under that sheet. I link Evander to tell him I won’t allow her to walk out of there dressed like that. He orders everyone out of the dungeons to give her time to change into something more comfortable for her. My mind is on Umayza, and I know her appearance affected Evander as much as it did me when I see him adjusting himself after I had asked what that piece of fabric was about. I had quickly shoved it into her bag when her back was turned to me—I wanted the Council to see what it was she had been wearing at the time. My Lycan is convinced it has something to do with the attack, and I have to agree with him on that. It was a little too revealing for my taste. I think as long as she was standing still there wouldn’t be a problem, but if she moved, it would have revealed more than any male should be able to see. From the corner of my eye, I see movement, and my yelling at Evander wakes Umayza up. Her eyes are on the left side of the road as I watch the right side of the road. Once I am certain the wolf is gone, I call Council-member Boaz with the information I have, and once he gives the okay, we head for the nearest safe-house. Despite the situation, she hasn’t lost her sense of humor, and my Lycan shows me an image of us chasing after her. I guide her into the cottage and show her where her room is, but she is more interested in the kitchen. There are fresh fruits and vegetables in the fridge, and I can smell that the Alpha has recently been here. Looks like the Council warned him we were on our way, and I am glad he put some provisions into the fridge and cupboards before we got here. Umayza seems at ease as she is putting everything she wants on the counter. I watch her as Evander walks into the cottage, and for a moment, he stops to look at what is going on in the kitchen. He smiles as he walks towards the back of the house with her bag. "You might want to get the dress out of there—I took it as evidence for the Council," I say through the mind-link, and he growls back at me. I chuckle at him, knowing exactly why he growled at me.