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Chapter 20: Whose Side Are You on Anyway?

Theo hadn’t even looked up or shown any interest until Warren and I had begun speaking to one another. Then, he had just scowled at me. Why?

Oh, right. He didn’t like me talking to Prince Warren. He’d told me that before.

With Theo staring at me, the two of us didn’t seem to have much else to say. To avoid the awkwardness, I cleared my throat. “Um… do you mind if I go back to my room and try to get some more sleep?”

Theo gave me a nod as he got up and walked away. “Go ahead. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.”

One of the maids had brought in a tray of food, and I’d nibbled at it for a few minutes, but I really wasn’t hungry. I had so much on my mind.

My thoughts went back to what Luther had said to me the night before. He’d mentioned that there were rebels in my own pack and insinuated that my father, our pack Alpha, was in trouble.

My parents were not home at the moment. This time of year, they normally would leave our pack lands for a couple of months. His Beta would still be there, as would some of the other pack leaders, so they should be able to manage.

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Although generally speaking, for the last couple of years, I

had been the one to manage the leadership and monetary af- fairs of the pack. So… if the situation was going poorly, why hadn’t anyone in the pack reached out to me?

It didn’t make any sense.

I had sent inquiries to all of the important people. I was eager to make sure that all was well back home. My parents would be surprised to return and find me absent, after all.

But it had been two weeks, and no one had responded. It was strange. I’d written to my governess, my best friend, the Beta and his wife…. Not a single letter in response.

Could it be that they weren’t getting the letters? Or maybe they were getting them, but everything was in such shambles that they didn’t have time to write back. Maybe ev- erything was just fine, and they saw no reason to reach out to

me….

until I decided I needed some answers. I couldn’t just sit there and wonder what was wrong with my people when there was a possibility that Luther

more.

idiot, though. I knew better than to

of time to make up my mind that this was what I needed to do. After going over the pros and cons of contacting the hidden enemy, I finally convinced my- self that I needed to know what was happening

meet- ing with him. I had knives, throwing stars, swords,

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strapped to my back and legs. I didn’t want

cause me harm, he would’ve done it then – wouldn’t he have? So was there something about me that prevented him from hurting me

my stomach,

not only was I cov- ered when

getting into. This time, when I left to walk

giant python, three badgers, a boa constrictor, a pair of jaguars who always stayed right next to

one he-wolf, but then, Luther seemed to be a skilled warrior, and I figured his wolf was not someone to be

dilapidated house in the distance, I stood outside in a clearing in the woods, with my animal friends around me, praying

something

lifted the whistle that Luther gave

before I heard some noises from

all black gave him a bit more of a human appearance. Still,

his face as he took a few hasty steps toward me. A growl emanated from each of the mam- mals’ mouths,

wasn’t a warning. It was

“I knew you’d call

er.”

were rebels back there as well. But no one has contacted me to let me know what the situation

They never received your mail,” he said with

shift the knife in my hands as I spoke. “Of course, they have,” I said. “I’ve written to them.

someone didn’t want your letters

figure out a way,” he replied, interrupting

to figure out what he meant. My stomach was beginning to ache from the knots twisted

to fight his amusement and only half-win- ning. “Not only did I not intercept any of your messages, be- cause I’m