Chapter 317. Soft-Hearted Guard

Bartholomew didn’t give them long to process his story. He set the cup down and folded his hands, readying himself to continue.

“It didn’t end there,” he said. “If it had, I could have handed them off to a quiet life and closed the book on the whole incident, maybe checking in a few times every year to make sure that they were okay. But news has a way of traveling fast when someone like the Lycan King loses face so publicly.”

“Holy shit, this is better than some of the stories we heard growing up!” Maeve gasped.

“Not really the time or the place for those kinds of comments,” Ann hissed back.

“And since when did that ever stop me?” Maeve pouted sulkily as she slunk back to a corner of Ann’s mind to watch in a petulant silence.

“How fast?” Adam asked, oblivious to Ann and Maeve’s internal conversation

“Two days,” Bartholomew answered. “That’s how long it took for the first message to reach us. A runner from the Enclave that was trusted and known for