Richard’s POV — Part Two
The cave was colder than usual that night.
Wind howled through the tunnels like tortured spirits, rattling the weak lantern hanging above my head. Shadows flickered across the stone walls while the rogues settled around small fires, speaking in low voices.
But I couldn’t rest.
Not after what happened at the lake.
Gemma was alive.
Not only alive, but powerful.
The image of her standing before the Alphas replayed over and over in my mind. Silver and red magic wrapped around her hands while her eyes glowed with power I hadn’t seen since she was a child.
That power terrified me.
And excited me.
I sat alone at the old wooden table inside the cave, staring down at the map spread before me. My fingers tapped slowly against the surface as I thought through every
