Chapitre 173: The Weight of Tradition

ELIA

She wasn't sure what had passed between Lucan and Reth—they obviously knew what their words meant. But the smile that Reth gave at the end was chilling, and whatever it meant, whatever had spurred it, Lucan didn't like it. A growl puttered in his throat when he saw it.

But Reth merely turned to her and beckoned her to his side. "Come, mate. We have accusations to meet."

Eyeing the massive wolves who never stopped staring with their cold eyes, she trotted to his side, doing her best to watch Lucan and the wolves without being obvious about it.

To her surprise, Behryn and several guards materialized from the shadows as they all began to walk, so they made a significant crowd on the path back towards the city.

She wondered why Lucan hadn't seemed surprised about the guards—until she realized all of them had been able to smell each other this whole time.

Of course.

Stupid Anima super-senses.