Lucien:
The news reached me before dawn.
Not that I didn’t expect it to. Information moved quickly when people feared you enough to bring it first, when they knew not to play with things that were bigger than they were.
I stood by the tall window in my study, the report still open in my hand, reading the same line again even though I already knew what it said.
The huntress is alive. And she is playing her part as part of the Mendoza.
“How did this happen?” I asked, looking at the messenger who looked down at his feet.
“They say that Marcel saved her. She was bleeding and he seemed to find her, catch her scent or something. He brought her to the pack since.”
My jaw tightened slowly. That wasn’t how this was supposed to unfold.
The messenger shifted nervously near the door, clearly
