The moment we landed in back in Stormveil, confusion rippled through the gathered warriors. I barely had time to get off before someone stepped forward, hesitantly. “Alpha Rowen is at the entrance,” they inform me. “He is dealing with Alpha Ronan, they are about to leave, if you need him, you’d better hurry.”
Alpha Ronan. This was it, it was time to hand myself over to him. I didn’t waste another second. I sprinted toward the entrance, with a new speed I didn’t realize I had. My heart hammering. But the second I came into view, I faltered. There was a lot of people, to many. My gaze flickered over them, searching, assessing. Myla and Dians group was there, but Star stood closer than normal to a man I didn’t recognize, and a strange energy hung in the air, thick and charged with something
