Chapter 87

Vaya took a moment to consider, her heartbeat quickening as realization dawned. Fate was with her still. The impulsiveness of her decision had led to a more elegant solution than she could ever have hoped for.

“I ask nothing of you.” Vaya fixed her with the most sincere look she could muster. “If it means saving the den mother, I will do everything I can to lend you my aid.”

Netya remained a few paces behind Vaya, as the huntress had instructed, heart still pounding after the confrontation in Caspian’s lodge. She did not know if what she was doing was wise, or reasonable, or desperate.

All she knew was that Adel was dying, and that she could not afford to waste a moment convincing the others of her innocence. Even with a wolf to speed her home, it might still be too late for the den mother by the time she returned.

How strange it was that Vaya, of all people, had been the one to come to her aid. Perhaps, for all her flaws, there was goodness in the woman’s he