Katherine’s POV
Rowan kept pulling lightly at my arm, whispering that we needed to go back the way we came, but I couldn’t stop staring at Stephen. He stood in front of the cell with two guards, tense and focused, and my heart beat faster for reasons I didn’t understand. Rowan whispered again, more urgent this time.
“Katherine, we have to leave now before he sees us.”
“I need to know what he’s doing,” I whispered back.
He let out a quiet, frustrated sound and left my side to check the exit. I stayed close to the wall and leaned a little, trying to hear Stephen’s words, but I was too far. Even for a wolf, the distance was too much. All I caught was the low rumble of his voice and the shifting footsteps of his guards.
Then I saw the stretcher again.
A man lay on it, unconscious, dirty,
