Lucien heard footsteps, unfamiliar footsteps that were disrupting the rhythmic walk of his army. He raised his hand and they all stopped. Even the footsteps that weren’t under his control. “You are a very bad tracker, Robin,” Lucien stated and turned around. At the mention of her friend, Wren looked around, restraining against the hold of his soldiers. “You aren’t as attentive as you used to be, I have been trailing you for 10 minutes now,” Robin said and stepped out of the trees, standing behind him and his army.
Lucien looked over her and the second person that stood in her shadow and growled. “You are still alive,” he said to Wilder who seemed to be alive and well. Derek has failed. Lucien realized as his eyes drifted to Robin’s bandaged side. “I see, you have seen Derek in the fiel
