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Arielle's POV.

Whatever the healers had injected me with eventually washed out of my system and my eyes shut open.

Thankfully the room was empty now, safe for Riley.

I slowly sat up, ignoring the rumbles of hunger in my stomach. Food was the least of my concerns right now.

The hooded man, I knew him. We knew him.

Without warning, I grabbed Riley's arm and she blinked with fear wondering what had gotten into me now. But before she could speak, my question came pouring out.

"Riley! Where is the hooded guy who helped out of the pack? Who is he?"

"Arielle, you need to calm down… you are scaring me—"

"Riley, you know how messed up this is, right?" I rubbed my face. "We are directly connected with the one man causing chaos in the realm…"

I shifted off the bed and held her tighter. "I don't really know him but… you were— you had more conversations and he was apparently a friend of your friend… What was his name?"