Three days they had been given, and now it was the second day, and Kael was still to make up his mind. Ever since meeting the leader of the rogues, his mind had known nothing but chaos, his thoughts jumbled. But nothing was as frustrating as the growing influence of Kelly over his people. She was like a leech, one sticking too hard to his flesh and not letting go.
Deep into the night, Kael found himself once again outside in an open clearing, staring at the moon. His mind was not on the but on ways to get rid of his father-in-law. From behind, a figure inched closer, and Kael's eyes narrowed. His hand went to a dagger hidden from plain sight as his heart pounded with every step. Just when the intruder was close enough, Kael swiftly turned, dagger in hand, and launched—but the figure was no idiot. He was quick.
"It's me, Alpha," Masha's voice rang, and Kael stared at him strangely, his breath hitched and his hand still clutching the dagger like his life depended on it.
