“This is my fault.” Prince Brenton sputtered, the sheer terror in his voice evident, though Tobias couldn’t be sure if it was for his sister or for himself should his father find out that Brenton had driven his sister from the pack house with stupid threats.
Brenton had so far spoken as if he was sincerely frightened for his sister, regretful for saying or doing whatever it was he’d done to drive her from the pack house. Toby hadn’t asked for details; he knew it would only enrage him and distract him from what really mattered - finding Chessa.
“Obviously.” Tobias said, his tone dry despite the fear he himself was feeling.
His charge had run away. The thought pounded through his veins, threatening to burst a blood vessel as every protective instinct he had moved into overdrive. Francesc
