MESSAGES & MOUNTING PRESSURE
Kiera's POV
Three days after Rylan was gone, the merchant came. He entered our gates looking jumpy, his eyes darting everywhere as if he expected to be arrested at any second. His horse was covered with sweat, panting; he could hardly stand. In the tight bit sticking out of his jaw he rode supremely, without pause. I was out on the training field with some of the younger wolves, going over defensive formations, when Ash finally found me.
“There is a merchant at the gates,” he said. His expression was serious. "Asking for you specifically. Says he has something urgent."
I went with him into the great hall. The merchant was human, maybe middle-aged and weathered from years staring down the road. The moment I went in, he took a bit of paper out of his pocket
