Nathan’s POV
Something was wrong. I knew it before the messenger even arrived. Some instincts developed through years of war. Years of betrayal. Years of learning how to recognize danger before it reached you. That morning, every instinct I possessed had been screaming at me. I stood inside the training yard watching warriors spar while trying to ignore the feeling.
Failing.
Completely failing. The wolves moved through drills with practiced precision. Ordinarily I would have been correcting mistakes. Offering guidance. Preparing them for what was coming. Instead, my thoughts remained fixed on the palace.
On Elodie.
Again.
Always Elodie. The realization irritated me. Mostly because it made concentrating impossible. A runner appeared at the far edge of the yard.
Young.
Breathless. Mo
