A Shadowed Rescue"Easy, Alpha," Agnes cautioned, though her eyes glinted with approval at his primal ferocity. "Stoke that bestial fire later. The Cysgodol vermin hold him captive for foul purposes in places even my sight cannot pierce."
A snarl ripped from Malcolm's throat as he paced like a caged predator before the dwindling flames. "Then we shall strike with the swiftness of vengeance itself! Those profane butchers will not feast upon Hintherland's royal blood!"
Liza emerged from the shadows, her form trembling with a mixture of hope and terror. "Uncle? Surely you don't mean... Rafe is alive?"
Malcolm whipped around, piercing her with an intense emerald stare. "Aye, niece. Our lost cub was being spirited away into the black heart of our clan's most dire enemies."
Sinking to her kne
