KAEL
“I don’t know what kind of alphas you usually deal with,” Torin said, low and sharp, “but he’s not an i***t. He said he’d call in about twenty minutes with more information.”
The two wolves watching the camera feeds didn’t move. Their focus stayed locked on the screens. Still, I looked their way. The tension rolling off them was thick, uneasy. For a moment, I thought it came from the argument behind me.
Then one of them rose halfway from his chair.
“Alpha,” he said. “They’re running straight for the Iron Boundary.”
That told me everything. The rogues weren’t circling. They weren’t posturing. They were fleeing.
“Damn it,” Torin growled. “Stay here. Take the call. I’ll deal with this.”
“No,” I said, already moving. “Fen. Nyssa. You take the call. Keep Calder talking if you can.
