Their wolves watched the sun rise.
Chrystal woke in the room that was now familiar to her. When and how she had gotten back to the large cave homestead, she did not know.
There was no blood on her. She had been cleaned. She turned, looking left and right, but the room was empty.
She fell back on the soft skins. She could not smell Castian. Not freshly. He had not slept in the room.
She remembered his foot and almost sat up again, but then, she recalled Hana’s arms around him. She slumped back down, covering her eyes with her arm.
After a few minutes, she sighed.
Now what? She mused, staring at the ceiling.
I need to talk to the Rogue King about Father. But… her mind went to what Castian had been telling her. About her mother. About having family.
His promise to introduce her to som
