Sephora's POV
The moment I got deeper into the woods, I knew I was being followed, I had been certain of it. It was only sheer, hardened instinct. And I was right.
I crouched on the rock ledge above the narrow trail that wound up toward the plateau's rim. The going was bad enough in daylight, and worse at night. It was slow and rough and too easy to break a horse's leg. Yet the rogues moved fast, surely, and quietly. Only their mounts made any noise. There were four of them. It was no coincidence that they, too, were on this trail. It was obvious someone had told them I was walking along this path and they had followed me. Someone who knew I was going to visit the pack.
I would have pointed all accusing fingers at Sierra, but no one except King Jon knew about my visit to Alpha Jason. I
