When the rogue wolf had spoken about betrayal and threats, Reni and Arion had realized that he was who they were looking for, Ezekiel’s grandson.
Now, on top of processing the recently uncovered truth that was just thrown in their faces, Owen knew about her. About her pack.
Arion was having trouble breathing. Why hadn’t Owen listened to her? If he had just gone, then he would have never seen her in wolf form. It wasn’t even a question if he had recognized her. Arion knew he had; his look had said it all once she had caught his scent.
Thankfully, none of the others had seen him or recognized his scent.
Malaki was injured badly and there would be scarring, but he would still be able to heal. They needed to get him back to be properly taken care of. Though healable, wounds from other shifters did more damage than anything else.
She had requested to stay on patrol, but her father had ordered for her to escort him back to their home in case the wolf returned for revenge.