Leanna’s POV
The wind howled as Rigz led me away from the packhouse, his grip firm but not forceful. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.
His usual calm, controlled demeanor was replaced by something more urgent, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn’t know where we were going, but I knew it was important.
“Rigz,” I called his name, breathless as we moved deeper into the forest. The towering trees swallowed the moonlight, making the path ahead feel uncertain, almost ominous. “What’s going on? Where are you taking me? They might sense that I was not in the castle.”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pressed forward, his strides long and determined, as if he was afraid that stopping would change somet
