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“You don’t think she’s getting into too much trouble, do you?” Adrian asked as they strode further into the woods, the moonlight glittering upon the watery pond surface beside them.
Herald shrugged. Adrian often thought that his beta was his inverted image. Where Adrian was torn and muscular, often far too gregarious, Herald was introspective, his body full of undeveloped potential. Where Adrian stood tall at 6’3”, Herald barely passed for 5’8”.
“I just worry about her sometimes, that’s all,” Adrian said.
“So you’ve said.”
Adrian paused in a thicket, staring down at his reflection in the pond adjacent to him.
“You don’t think I made a mistake leaving her?”
“I think you doubt yourself far too much,” Herald replied. “She’s already shown herself capable. You can trust the pack in her hands for the moment.”
Adrian nodded, then kept moving.
“And do you think they’ll be expecting us?”
Herald laughed. “That’s a funny joke. After all, you’ve sent word to them, haven’t you?”
Adrian kept walking, holding his fingers up as though measuring something.
“You’ve sent word to them, haven’t you?” Herald persisted.
“Now, if what Luna’s told me is correct,” Adrian whispered quietly to himself.
Adrian bent down, picking up a rock from the ground. Looking ahead, he tossed it casually, hitting the bark of a nearby tree.
That’s when they heard several men shouting in the distance, the bark opening. Several arrows shot forward from the tree, hitting nothing in particular. A net trap dropped from out of the tree onto the ground.
“You’ve sent word to them, haven’t you?” By now, Herald was practically screaming the question, getting an immediate answer. Several armored guards showed up in front of them, wielding crossbows with silver-tipped arrows.
“State your business or face certain death!”
The guards encircled them. Looking sideways at Herald, Adrian raised his arms, winking gently.
Herald rolled his eyes.
“We have business with the Silver Fang Pack,” Adrian said.
“What business do you have?”
“We come in regard to Luna,” Adrian replied simply.
The wind blew over the pond next to them. The men paused, not lowering their weapons.
That’s when the tallest beast of a man came out of the crowd, emerging from behind a tree. Adrian swore he saw the outline of training dummies somewhere within the thicket.
He had a cracked jaw and nose and an eyepatch covering his right eye. He stood with a spear-tipped walking stick.
“Luna, who?” the man asked, his voice a drawling growl.
Adrian tried to think. In truth, she had never divulged her last name.
“Is there more than one Luna?” Adrian asked.
The man took the spear and whirled it around, then took two big lunges until the tip of the stick was nearly in Adrian’s eye.
“That depends,” the man said. “There are two Lunas, to my knowledge. One is the daughter of Gieger, the local weaponsmith and baker. The other …”
