"Your Highness, all the patrol guards have been taken care of."
Prince Kael gave a slow nod at the report, his attention dropping to the unconscious pup lying before him—the one he had captured the night before. What fools. The Moonville Pack's little master was on their land, yet they had spent the entire night and the whole of the day scouring their borders, searching every path and shadow, wondering if he had already fallen into the hands of the rogues.
If only they knew.
It would almost be a kindness if the rogues had taken him—an end delivered quickly and without ceremony. But Kael, for all his faults and virtues, was not a man who dealt in kindness.
"And where is the Omega?"
"She is in Prince Zen's lodgings," the guard replied. Kael smiled faintly, catching the undercurrent of disapproval in the old wolf's tone.
"It seems you don't approve."
