He turns to me, a little surprised, and I realize he must have been deep in thought. “One of the scouts, probably,” he replies. “Charles, if I had to guess.”
I can’t fight a smile. “I hope he’s all right. I like that guy.”
“Yeah,” Atlas replies, the ghost of a smile on his own face. “I’m not surprised.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” Atlas turns to me. “Look, I don’t know what you were taught in your last pack, but I don’t want you running into the fray if something goes wrong out here.”
“And here I was planning to charge into battle armed with sticks and rocks,” I quip.
“Nyx, I’m serious.”
I can’t help but needle him a little. “Yeah, I’m guessing it counts against you if your mentee gets ripped to shreds.
“I don’t give a s**t about my reputation as
