My emotions churned, but I walked to him, heart pounding. I hadn't forgotten how his iron grip had yanked me onto his horse. Rumors painted General Morgan as ruthless—executing his own Crowhurst kin, even beheading his nephew Killian and hanging his head on the pack gates. But knowing he'd indirectly avenged me eased my fear, just a bit.
Theodore moved to follow, but Marcus grabbed his arm. "Theodore, watch yourself."
Marcus called out cheerfully, "Good to see you, Colton!"
Colton, three years Blake's senior, was due the respect of an elder. Blake lowered his gaze and said, "Uncle."
Colton gave a curt "Hm," took my hand, and led me away.
All through the banquet, Colton kept me by his side. While he talked with others, I sat nibbling on pastries, doing my best to ignore the burning sta
