“No, my friend, no more challenges. There will be no more bloodshed over this. Enough of my own was spilled, the gods don’t need any more as payment.”
Donal rose and walked over to Alexei’s chair and put his arms around his fiancé’s neck.
“The first year, I spent defiant and angry, plotting revenge. The second year, I actively tried to obtain my release at any cost but my honor as a loup garou. The third year, I was just struggling to survive. I wouldn’t have made it through a fourth.” Alexei clenched his jaw. “My little mouse did seven years in that kind of hell hole, I could barely handle three.” Donal felt Alexei kiss his hair and he squeezed Alexei’s hand. “You were not the only one who walked into a trap, my precious one. I did it to myself and I was much older and I thought, wiser.”