Ethan's POV:
"Prepare my unit. We leave in ten minutes."
"My lord—" Marcus hesitates. "If you interfere with Lucian again—your father—"
"I'm aware." My voice is ice.
"He could strip your title. Your land. Everything you've worked for—"
"Then he does." I move toward the door. "I'm not letting Lucian take her."
Marcus follows. "This could start a blood feud between you and your brother—"
"It already has."
The forest blurs beneath us. My elk moves like wind given form.
Three days of tracking. Three days of Lucian's forces ahead of us.
'Faster.' Theron's voice is desperate. 'She needs us.'
"We're moving as fast as we can."
'Not fast enough. What if we're too late? What if he already has her?'
The thought makes my chest tighten.
"We won't be late."
'You don't know that—'
The sou
