Logan
I wasn’t looking for her. I swear, I wasn’t. But somehow I’d managed to walk in on the worst moment.
I was at the palace for strictly business. Duty drove me, as always. A report of rogue movement near the river border had me walking with hurried steps.
Three scouts were missing this time. The one who had returned to us had been drugged with wolfbane and was just barely able to convey what he’d seen before passing out on the flagstones. When they checked the pulse in his limp wrist, there was nothing there.
Another scout, dead. Murdered by the rogues with a calloused hand.
This was the kind of thing I brought straight to the Alpha King without ceremony. And with its recent frequency, I found myself traversing these halls to the Alpha King’s study more and more often.
