How the hell did she know this? Shit, I couldn't take it anymore. Not only had they broken in, but now they were talking as if we knew each other and we were all friends, and trying to advise Fagua about her dad.
"I can take him if he wants to challenge me or my brothers," I said proudly, though I was lying, but she didn't know me well enough to know it was far from the truth. I didn't have the strength to fight more than five wolves, let alone a whole army. Heat licked at my shoulders and a low growl rumbled in my chest.
"No." Fagua cleared her throat, panic in her eyes. "He's alpha and I've seen him tear apart others, even wolves bigger and stronger than him." The way Fagua's lips trembled and her eyes widened told me she saw the truth in Mayia's words.
"He's brutal." Mayia shuddered.
"I won't let that happen," I said, my fists curling at my sides. I'd kill anyone who tried to hurt her. Not even the gods could stop me.
"He would never hurt his own daughter," Mayia said, and I watched her bare her teeth. "But he won't hesitate to hurt you or your brothers."
My gaze narrowed. "Why should I believe you? Why should I believe any of this?"
"Because," Mayia said. "He will hurt those she cares about if she doesn't come back. Now."
My gut clenched. "Why does he need Fagua?"
"He wants to mate her to the highest bidder." Mayia's tone wavered and she played with a lock of her dark hair. "And he won't take no for an answer."
"He'll send more wolves after us." Fagua's voice was tight.
Mayia nodded.
"Do you believe her?" I asked Fagua. No way did I trust Mayia or these wolves that had attacked me.
"Not sure." She rubbed her arms.
"You've had your five minutes, you can go now." My words were directed at Mayia. I thought she would cause trouble and say more than she'd already said, but she bowed her head and then Fagua walked with her to the elevator, showing her the way out.
It was as if Fagua could read my mind as she directed out, even if it was ironic that Mayia had gotten in somehow, but she'd needed to be led out.
Still, I waited in the hallway with my arms crossed until Mayia left and Fagua walked back into the suite.
My head pounded and damn spots appeared in my vision. "I'm getting a beer. You want anything?"
I could have asked her how things went with Mayia, but one thing about Fagua and me was that we didn't do small talk. In fact we didn't really talk at all, until now.
"I'll take one, thanks."
I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. My vision wavered. I gripped the refrigerator door to keep from stumbling. I shut my eyes against the dizziness.
My teeth clenched.
I breathed deeply through my nose to cool the fire in my blood. To ease the desire of having Fagua in my arms, in my bed. My curse was tearing me apart. I wanted to be free of this pain, these cravings.
Stupid-ass wolf.
Just another part of being a werewolf, and he was throwing a fit. My body trembled and I crashed to the floor. Darkness burst behind my eyes.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I knew what this was. My wolf—my soul—ripping me apart because I hadn't mated with Fagua yet. I would die if I didn't mate with her, but how could I share her? The idea sent rage coiling in my gut.
Now what the hell was I going to do?