Rein had just returned to the tent from a scouting expedition with Marta and Ian near the eastern border of the camp, where a group of Raul's soldiers had been spotted earlier in the afternoon, when the breath-stealing wave of distress hit him.
"Oh, no."
Three sets of eyes looked up at him--Ian's, Marta's, Eliessán's. Thomas, oblivious, didn't lift his head from the piles of books and papers spread out around him.
"Rein?" Marta asked, her voice edged with concern.
"I have to go." He grabbed his cloak, so recently discarded, and pulled it on as he moved.
"What is it? Do you want us to come with you?" Marta rose from the table, as did Ian.
"No. No, stay here. I have to find Sin."
He left at a run, fear for his mate roiling so hard it made his heart race.
'Where are you?' he c
