172 Risk

RETH

Something was wrong. He'd used Beast form to get to the City as quickly as possible, but as soon as he'd shifted back and stepped out of the cover of the trees, he'd slid to a halt.

Behryn stood at the intersection of paths, bellowing orders to the dozens of guards who had leaped out of their beds to report. He was sending them out in pairs, spears at the ready, in a web pattern. His face thunderous.

"What is it?" Reth called quietly, hurrying to join him.

"We don't know," Behryn muttered.

Reth froze. "What do you mean, you don't know? Who called the horn?"

"We. Don't. Know," Behryn snapped. "I was already home when—"

But Reth had stopped listening, his heart hammering as he turned back to look the way he'd come, his mind sifting through the events of the night…

Elia's success.

The wolves disgust.