My limbs burned as I forced them to move. I limped, but I was moving. If I survived this, I was going to treat myself to the longest spa day ever. Spa month. Yes. That would make this worth it. Maybe.

I moved through the hallways, away from the snarling of the wolves and Bhrunyz’s cries as he froze them.

Where is she? I asked Donovan. As Alpha, he was tied to each Were in the pack. If he concentrated, he should be able to tell me exactly where Saoirse was. I didn’t have forever to search through this stupid place. If he didn’t answer me, we were both dead.

He shot me a mental picture of the receiving room.

Thanks. I wasn’t sure how to get there exactly, but I had a vague idea. And if I lived through this, someone was going to make me a goddamned map.

Limping, I moved through the halls as fast as my legs could carry me. My broken arm hung practically useless at my side. I tried to make a fist, but my fingers wouldn’t close all the way.

Bitch was going to pay for that, too.

Each step took too much time. I could feel Donovan fighting. Pain lanced through his side. He was hurt. I wanted to reach out to him, but I couldn’t—wouldn’t distract him again.

Saoirse’s scent grew stronger, and I knew I’d almost found her. Then I heard her voice. She was pleading for backup.

“—done, I’ll hand Bhrunyz back over. But only if I have your support as Alpha.”

“The Lunar court cannot and will not back you as Alpha,” Helen’s voice rang clear. “You’ve committed a crime against our court, stealing a fey artifact and risking our peace with the Council of Seven. If you become Alpha of the Irish pack through deceit, your rule cannot last. I’ll gladly support any Were who rises against you.”

“Cousin, please—”

“Ah, yes. Please do play the family card. Let’s see where that gets you. The fact that your second cousin once slept with my great-grandaunt and produced a single offspring does not amount to us being family. Let us be quite clear. You’re no relation of mine. If your blood didn’t prove that, your actions have.”

“Please, Helen,” Saoirse whined and Helen didn’t respond.

She’d hung up, however that was done on mirrors. Saoirse was pissed.

I grinned. Ah, karma.

I stepped into the room. “I’ll take that brooch now, Saoirse.”

Fur broke over Saoirse’s body before she could fight it back. “No.” The word was little more than a horrified whisper, but I heard it just the same. “You should be dead.” She was genuinely confused, but I wasn’t sure that anyone had ever made it out of Bhrunyz’s lair alive, so that wasn’t a surprise.