My heart froze as the words sank in. I didn’t lower my hand. “What?”
“Jaxson, if she’s anything more to you than something to possess, if you care about her in the least bit, you need to listen to me. Savannah is in danger, and so are you. We bound her wolf because of what your father might have done if he found out about her.”
I paused, my confusion and anger rising. “Savannah said that it was your father who was the danger.”
Laurel waved her hand dismissively. “Simon was a bastard who hated wolves and a good many more people, but he’s dead, and he’s not coming back. But mark my words, Jaxson, Alistair must never know who or what Savannah is.”
I grunted, unsure of how to react. I could smell the truth of her words, which only meant she believed her own delusions. While my father hated the LaSalles as much as Simon LaSalle had hated us, would he really harm Savannah if he knew she was a wolf? That she was my mate? Impossible.
I turned to go, but her voice caught me.
“I can see you don’t believe me, but trust me in this, if nothing else in life. Ask him about Dragan. Ask him about the prophecy,” she said. “And whatever you do, don’t mention anything about Savannah. Ever.”
Silently, I walked away.
“I want my niece back, Jaxson,” Laurel called after me. “She’s safer with us than with you. And if you ignore me, you’ll learn the truth far too late.”
“Never chain a wolf again,” I snarled as I got into my truck.
But as I turned the key, my mind was on her warning. I only knew of one prophecy.
The prophecy of the Dark Wolf God.