A Week's End

"That's a crazy plan. You could die… no… Correction, you will die. What are you thinking? Try thinking about your own safety for once," a blonde blue-eyed female yelled again. This female was the only mix there was between royalty and the rogues... the one wolf on the planet that played both parts. With neither side knowing which side she was on.

And it had been intended that way. She'd also been trying to get her mate to come up with a different plan, but the man was even more stubborn than she remembered him. The last time they'd had a similar discussion, he'd been opposed to every idea she had, but hadn't resisted. This time, however, he was playing along, but not in the way she expected.

"I've made my decision. I won't die," the man replied.