Ariana’s POV
“Aren’t the rogues all already dead?” Ruben asked, confusion tightening his tone as his brows drew together.
“I’m sure most of them are—but not all,” Marco replied. Ruben’s confused expression didn’t completely fade, instead, it twisted into curiosity.
“Not all of them, eh? How sure are you that this is the case?” Ruben asked, folding his arms.
“You heard the head guard,” Marco said grimly. “It’s either the rogues overpowered our men and took them captive, or they took advantage of our distraction during the battle and slipped away with Ellen. Either way, it’s bad. But if it’s the first case—” he paused, dragging a hand down his face in regret—“then we’re in an even worse situation than I thought.”
“Alpha Marco, should I assign a new set of troops to head for the border?”
