“Come on,” Bryce said, without looking at Silverbane or Elaine.
“Be home before morning,” Elaine called after them as they disappeared into the shadows.
The remaining fighters bowed to their alpha and his beta before taking their leave a little more respectfully. As ever, Matthew was the last to go—just as he was always the first to arrive whenever Silverbane called. He stood there, waiting for Silverbane to dismiss him formally.
Matthew was nearly ten years older than Silverbane, even though he looked like he had twenty years on him. Ever since Josh could remember, Matthew always looked weathered by hardship with his cropped white hair and lean weight that looked awkward on his broad shoulders. Everything about Matthew was taut and controlled. With a stiff bow, he faced Silverbane.
“Thank you for the privilege of joining the fighters tonight.” Matthew’s voice was still strong despite his weariness. “If I can serve you or the family by any means, you need only speak the words.”