Chapter 120

Foden couldn’t believe his ears, and he gripped her shoulders tightly. “Where the hell is he? What did you do to him?” he bellowed in a shaky voice.

Mona pointed shaky hands towards the path she was coming from. “I pulled him to the border. Please save him,” she wailed uncontrollably.

“Guards!” Foden yelled out. His whole mind was disoriented. He had no idea what to do. Four guards ran to him. “Follow me right now; we are heading to the border.”

Without any questioning, they ran with him towards the border. Like a flash, their wolves had all gotten there in a few minutes.

“Dylan!” Foden whispered, his breath unsteady at the sight of Dylan lying in a pool of his own blood. Kneeling next to him, he checked his pulse. He could still feel some life in him. “Someone get the theta right now!”

One of the guards ran forth towards the infirmary while the rest lifted Dylan running with him to the packhouse. Foden’s mind raced in different paths; he would never fo