Keya's POV:
Rafael and I began just as the sun came out. I couldn't wait anymore. I had to see Rhys.
"He will be okay," Rafe whispered, sensing my agitation and frustration.
"What if he is not?" I asked, and Rafe's bravery crumbled too.
"Then it would be my fault. I should have stayed."
I sighed. There was no use discussing this here and now, thinking about whose fault it was, would be. We just had to find him.
We didn’t get far, though.
Just as the palace's towers came into view through the early morning mist, they stepped out from the trees, filling the woods we walked.
James stood there with four wolves, none of them wearing a pack scent. Rogues.
Rafe stiffened beside me. I didn’t even blink. I had expected these clown acts from James more. This didn't surprise me. I was just
