Book 1: Family or War?

Emory

Rainer is pissed. Still. And it’s been a couple of hours since he returned to the castle and I sheepishly told him what was going on.

He’d yelled at me. A lot. Everything from how dangerous this was, to do I not remember that I was almost dead a few days ago to how could I not send for him or for Kane.

I can’t blame him. I would be pissed in his position, too, but when I attempt to explain, he accuses me of trying to be the hero, and that just makes me mad.

So here we are, leading the defense against the castle, both of us irritated as hell at one another, knowing we may very well end up dead without being able to hug it out.

He has sent for Kane, even though I assured him we’d already done that, thanks to Lex. I did give the prince credit for being the one to insist that the king be notified.

It doesn’t matter now. We are about ten miles from the border between Moonraker pack and Crimson Peak, and I already smell wolf—in la