The Smell of Death

Baba paced inside the room.

Her brows were furrowed, her lips pursed into a thin straight line. She looked at the Shaman who had been calm ever since they heard the news.

"I can't take it," Baba said. "We can't let them go there."

"Why not?" Shaman Gaas snorted without looking at her. "What are you talking about, Babaylan? Isn't this a great chance to observe her?"

"What if… what if something happens instead?" she asked. "She is Matthew's mate. We are not sure what would happen to Matthew if she does something unimaginable."

"Ah… so you are worried about the pup."

"Matthew is no pup. He is the future King…"

"Does he want to be King?"

"No."

"There you go. You got your answer."

"What?"

"Matthew does not care about his father or other Lycans. He is going to fight with her and fight for her. What's wrong about that?"

"You don't understand my point. If Matthew loses— "