Beatrice POV
The white-haired one wouldn't stop staring at me. Kaelen, he'd said his name was. He looked around my age, with ice-blue eyes that seemed to see everything.
"You have Father's eyes," he said softly. "I'd forgotten that."
I didn't know what to say to that. These men were my brothers. My family. The thought was so huge and impossible that my brain couldn't process it.
"We should move," Theron said. He kept scanning the forest like he expected more rogues to appear. "Silvermist will realize she's gone soon."
"Let them come," Silas said, his voice cold. "I'd love to have a conversation with Alpha Riven about his hospitality."
"Not here," Corin said. He still had one hand on my shoulder, like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go. "Beatrice needs food, rest, and medical a
