Book 4: Setting the Trap

Xandra

Hana looks at me in blank disbelief. “He has been lying for all these years?”

“Undersecretary Matej is responsible for every drop of water Lord Denidor has ever controlled.” The more I say it, the truer it sounds. Even with a horse rocking unpleasantly underneath me, my voice doesn’t shake. It makes sense. If he was as strong as he claimed, it would be virtually impossible for Petar to have such weak powers.

She blows out a long, slow breath. I watch Finn and Elian exchange a look. He’ll explain to his Beta what this means, how much it will destroy Denidor in the eyes of Moonlight Hollow. We do not even need to prove his involvement with Astralis any longer.

A howl splits the night. I sniff—wild fur, matted with dust. Rogues.

Hana urges her horse into a trot, then a canter. As promised, mine immediately follows her lead. The wilderness whips past me at a dizzying rate.

A shape lunges from the trees, and a horse screams. It’