Nyx
I smelled the blood before I even saw him. It mixed with sweat and the musk I only associated with him, so I turned calmly and waited for him to catch up to me. “I sent Duke to escort you,” Rhyson said with a frown. “Why are you walking?”
“Walking is good for me, and it’s not like I have anywhere to be. Why were you fighting?”
“A skirmish outside the border. Nothing that Troy and his people couldn’t handle.”
“But you wanted to see how they handled it,” I guessed, then turned and started walking again. He fell into step next to me. “Why do you care? These aren’t your wolves, and it doesn’t look or sound like they’d welcome your interference. It would take an army for you to conquer them.”
“I’m not worried about power, and I’m not thinking of conquering this mountain. It’s just idle
