CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I slip through the shadows of the awakening village, the first light of dawn casting long, thin fingers across the cobblestone paths. The mountain air is crisp and fills my lungs with a mixture of pine and spring's promise. It's early enough that most of the pack is still nestled in their beds, dreams undisturbed by the threat lurking beyond our borders. But sleep eludes me; instead, worry gnaws at my insides like a starved beast.
Torin and Silas. Alpha and Beta. Leader and confidant.
I can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. I must find out what happened. If the rogues have gotten them... No, I push the thought away. Torin, with his steady brown gaze that could quell any dispute, and Silas, whose laughter could brighten the darkest days, cannot have
