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of walking into it as well.” She rubbed her temples. “I have to figure out how to send a message. It’s not like I have a cell phone or a two-way radio.”
    Sometimes Susan was too smart. She said things no one understood and could bypass a simple solution in pursuit of something bigger. “Write them a letter. Tie it to a rock to give it weight and throw it through the portal.”
    “Jesus, that’s so easy. They’d also be able to verify it’s truly from me by the handwriting.” She clapped Peder on the back almost as hard as Vendu had.
    “Very well, the decision’s been made. I’ll send hunters to watch for the blue light to return with a message for them to toss inside.” Sorin scooped Susan into his arms and started toward their home.
    Peder glanced at the Temple one last time.
    What should he do about Kele? If he knew she held even a raindrop of affection for him, he’d stay for the mating and challenge this Yaundeeshaw. He’d lose, but at least she would know he was willing to die for her.

Chapter Three
     
    Adventures were things Pemma had only read about. She’d been content living with her pack in Europa—crowded but content—though Ewald promised she’d be much happier in the New World.
    The ship’s front—oh, she meant bow—carved a path through the small waves and the scent of salt lay heavy in the air. She couldn’t wait to smell something other than ocean and ripe shifters. Being away from the city had had an unexpected result. Her sense of smell had grown much stronger. She wasn’t the only one. Many of her packmates had more acute senses now that they’d left the nose-blinding cities. Just yesterday, Fini scented a school of fish nearby. What a catch.
    Reaching the New World would open so many avenues for her pack. Maybe they’d even meet some wild shifters like in the stories she’d read in Ewald’s newspapers. She had to keep this wish secret since he’d never discussed the news with her and he didn’t know she could read.
    For weeks, all she’d seen was water. Flat calm water, raging gray water, even murky swirly water filled with merpeople glaring at them as they trespassed over their home. She shuddered. A mermaid had almost taken their alpha—her grandfather—with her siren’s song. This ship wouldn’t have been big enough to hold a wolf pack in crisis from the loss of their leader. Just the injury toll resulting from hunter challenges could have destroyed this adventure before it even really began.
    Stiffening, she leaned over the side of the ship. Something caught her eye. It looked…yes, it looked green. Green water? “Ewald!” She called toward the captain’s quarters, where he still slept. The green grew thicker and didn’t move like the flowing water around them. Lifting the hem of her dress, she ran to the door and thumped on the hard wood. “Ewald, come quick and look.”
    The door swung open. Her vampire master rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he pulled a suspender strap over his shoulder. “The sun is up already? I feel like I’d just gone to sleep.” He gave her a doting smile. “What are you yelling about, Pemma?”
    She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bow too excited to mind her manners. “Look.”
    He stared and yawned. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”
    She growled her frustration and pointed to the green plainly visible now. “Land.” Most omegas wouldn’t have dared growl at the vampire, but Ewald never reprimanded her outbursts. He wasn’t pack and ruled them by vampire law. Now, if it had been her grandfather, she’d have kept her gaze downcast and her frustration more guarded.
    Ewald blinked a few times and leaned forward. “I don’t see anything. Maxim, bring me my eyepiece,” he called to the steersman.
    Maxim jumped from the poop deck to land gracefully like all cat shifters. “Good morning, my lord. I see Pemma has you up early. Again.”
    She made a distasteful face at him. Her mother wouldn’t have