The words echo in the hall.
Lydia goes very still. "From what?"
"From everyone." I feel something c***k inside me.
"From Crimson Moon. From the Bloodmoon Prophet. From anyone who would use him as a means to an end or a bargaining chip. He's six years old, Lydia. He shouldn't have to bear the weight of a prophecy. Shouldn't have to be a political pawn. So yes, I'm keeping his location secret. Because the moment anyone knows where he is, he becomes a target again."
Then Lydia speaks, "I understand that. I do. But you have to understand my position too. I can't commit my pack to a war based on secrets and half-truths. I need transparency."
"And if I gave you that transparency, how long before it reaches Donovan? Or Crimson Moon? Or someone else who wants to use it against us?" I shake m
