Xavier,
"She wants the Moon Relics?" Ronan's voice cut through the air, sharp and edged with disbelief after he had dealt with the assassination attempt on the way back.
Our Bodyguards were blocked by wolves as well. By the time they were done fighting, that traitor driver of mine sped up and distanced us from the guards.
Now they were in the dungeons, questioning those bastards they could captured.
I glanced at my arms, the wounds were healing faster but still there.
"Are you sure she doesn't want something else? But Moon Relics?" He asked again,
"Yes. In exchange for the identity of the owner," I replied, my tone low and controlled.
"What will she do with the Moon Relics? They are needed to build a pack. The Silverflame Pack is already well-formed." Ronan pinched the bridge of
