Amanda

“You better have good news for me, Nytos,” Granger growls somewhere behind me. His words whisper over a spring wind carrying ash and decay. 

“The only news I have is that there’s still no sign of Alpha Ryatt or his Luna.”

My stomach clenches. I roll a smooth, white rock in the palm of my hand as the conversation continues without me. 

“And Westfall?”

I look over my shoulder in time to catch Commander Nytos shake his head, his eyes downcast ...