CHAPTER 13 —The Fruitless Return
Peter
They came back at dusk the next day.
I heard them before I saw them, from the roaring engine of bikes running into the courtyard to the uneven crunch of boots on gravel and the sighs of frustration barely restrained, I knew they had returned and that their mission was fruitless. I wasn't sure if I was to feel relief or anger, that the love of my life had escaped safely or that my father's killer had escaped without justice.
The courtyard which had been restless all day became still in an instant, wolves stopped mid-conversation and guards straightened, every head turned as the warriors passed, everyone was eager and curious to know what had happened to the alpha's killer.
Knock! Knock!
It was my aide at the door, he was probably here to let me
