Chrystal’s target stared daggers at her, unmoved by her display.
She was tired, yes, but not that much.
She was panting, but could bear the pace. The rogues had run faster and stopped fewer times. She was fine.
But these warriors could not know this, and she needed to speak with the Noble Alpha before she met with her father.
“My Luna, are you ready?” Lowrane asked. He appeared to be the spokesperson for the group.
She nodded at him, taking his offered hand.
She stretched, raising her hands high, closing her eyes, and arching her back. Every shifter looked away. Except one.
They were making good time. But mostly, they were taking a different route from the one the rogues had followed. And, they were using magic to advance.
As Chrystal watched, without staring, she noticed that the
