Terron’s POV
“Any sight of her?”
I stay perched on the edge of the mountain’s tip, watching the camp of rogues just below. Lucas waits with me, sitting at my side like he has for the last three days. It’s almost sunrise and our nerves are shot, but we’re not resting until she’s back with me.
“Warriors report finding trails of Ace’s scent, but hers is nowhere to be found around the edge of camp,” Lucas mumbles, our eyes trained on the tent in the middle of the group. “Has he come out yet?”
“Not yet,” I say, refusing to blink in case I miss seeing his hideous face. “They could be in that tent together, for all we know, Lucas. I need to get down there.”
“We are outnumbered, Terron, two times over. Ace has a hundred wolves. We hardly have a fraction of the warriors with us and if we bring them all from the pack lands, we’re still short.”
“I don’t care about numbers. I care about getting her back.”