wrapped his muscled arms around her waist. He scooped her up and ran into the cabin, his long legs and strong body unimpeded by the snow.
Once inside, he put her down, slamming the door and locking it behind them.
“That’s not going to do much good,” she said soberly. She went to the end of the couch and pushed it toward the door for a barricade.
“It’s all we got, sweetheart.” The white ski mask covering his face muffled his voice, and his eyes were hidden behind goggles.
But she’d known who it was the moment he’d put his arms around her.
Jonas.
He grabbed the other end of the sofa, and together, they pushed it against the door. “That window’s a big problem.”
“Maybe we could rip off the closet and bathroom doors and nail them across.”
“Glass and wood won’t stop him.” He looked out the window. “Where did he go?”
She swallowed heavily. “I… don’t know.”
The Kunda had disappeared before. Was it even real?
Make the alpha leave .
The Kunda’s male-female voice echoed into her head, its demand fierce. Oh, it was real, all right. And it was apparently irritated that Jonas had shown up and run off with its sacrifice.
Have you met my husband ? she thought back at the creature. I can’t make him do anything. Why do you think I invoked you?
If he offers himself as sacrifice, I must take him.
I get it. If he’s here, he dies with me.
We have an understanding. I will return, little werewolf.
I will be here .
She felt the Kunda’s approval, and it was a strange sensation, as though he’d rewarded her with a gold star for choosing death. Now, it was courage she needed. That’s what the Kunda expected. For her to act like a werewolf.
“Alice?” Her husband had gripped her shoulders and was lightly shaking her.
She blinked and stared up at him. “The Kunda is gone. It wants to protect you. So it left.” She moved away from his embrace and felt his eyes on her as she took off the gloves and rubbed her ice-cold hands together. God, she was freezing. Her whole body shivered, and her teeth chattered. As she shucked off her coat and boots, she studied Jonas. His entire body was encased in white and gray camouflage—even his snow boots were white. She briefly wondered at the duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
“You talk to it?” He pushed back the hood and removed the goggles. The white ski mask came off, revealing the short black hair, chiseled good looks, and gleaming green eyes of her husband.
“It projects its voice into my head.”
“If the Kunda stays away because I’m here, then you’ll be safe as long as I’m with you.”
Stubborn man. The Kunda would lose patience with her husband. She’d felt the Kunda’s reluctance to kill her mate, but it might decide that Jonas was no longer good for the pack. Especially with his single-minded devotion to her.
Pack before blood. Pack before love. Pack before all.
It was the Fire Pack oath, and Jonas seemed to have forgotten it.
He stared at her. “Why did you do it?”
“You know why.” Alice sat on the couch and tugged off her socks. She couldn’t stop shivering. Not all of it had to do with being cold. How could she get Jonas to leave? How could she make him stop looking as though he couldn’t decide whether to hug her or strangle her?
Her life was forfeit. She knew that. Without the threat of imminent death, she was acutely ashamed of her weakness. If she’d wanted another way, she shouldn’t have invoked the pack’s protector.
He took off his coat and draped it over the back of the couch with a casualness that belied the fury in his eyes. Well, what had she expected? He wasn’t going to thank her for leaving him, even if it was to save their pack and to make sure his line survived intact. He glared at her, arms crossed. He was probably counting all the reasons why he shouldn’t kill her himself. But she knew his anger was rooted in his fear, his love.
“I must honor my pact with the Kunda. I’d