Fifty-seven:
Catesby
Crimson was a mess after trying to reach out to her family. Her sister had been kidnapped by my brother. She had no idea what was happening with her brother. After they had tried scrying for Anya, Crimson had come out of the vision sobbing and crying. I wanted to wrap her in my arms, and kiss her deeply, but I couldn’t. Not with everyone else standing there, especially not with Zaan and The High Priestess in the room. Zaan, I was sure, would use his magic to make sure that I was a fried wolf.
“Talia,” I called when the group had finished their little magic trick, “can you come here please? I’d like to talk to you. Alone, if I could.”
The High Priestess frowned. “Might I remind you, wolf, this is my tent. You are staying here a
