His eyes widened in surprise. After a few seconds, he scoffed and looked away. “Are you confusing being a healer or being a witch, Freya?”
“No!” I shook my head tightening my grip on his heart. “I mean what I said".
“How do you know that?”
“I can sense it,” I lied smoothly. “My wolf… She’s warning me. Amara might be dangerous. Maybe she was even a dark witch.
Rowan’s brow furrowed. “That’s a serious accusation, Freya. We can’t just turn away someone in need based on suspicion".
“I’m not saying turn her away,” I said quickly. “But perhaps we could find her a safe place elsewhere. With another pack".
“Enough,” Rowan cut me off. “We’ll discuss this later. For now, Amara stays".
As he walked away, my gaze met with Amara’s across the room. The witch’s emerald eyes glittered with something that sent a chill down my spine. ‘Challenge accepted,’ that look seemed to say.
That night, as we prepared for bed, I tried once more to reason with my mate. To my surprise, Rowan seemed more receptive. Gone was the coldness I had felt earlier.
“You may be right,” he admitted when I brought up the matter again. “We should be cautious. Tomorrow, I’ll make arrangements to send her to a neighbouring pack".