Chapter 60

His response puzzled Netya. He seemed to lead the pack just as well as Khelt, even if he was less direct about it. He was strong, wise, and perhaps more unique than anyone else in the pack, besides Adel. Who else would have thought to make markings on wood to remember every single hunt of the year?

But perhaps, she thought, that was exactly the answer to her question. Was Caspian too different from the others to lead them? From the way he spoke about the conflict between her people and his, she doubted he would be willing to take the kind of vengeance his pack expected.

She held her breath and reached out to touch his hand, and a quiver of excitement ran through her as he took it, squeezing her fingers as if the gesture was the most natural exchange in the world.

“Will you tell me something Khelt would not?” she asked quietly. Caspian propped his free elbow on the table and turned to her, his wood burning forgotten. “If I can, I will.”

“What happened between