The ride was silent. Triton's mind was occupied with thoughts about his problem that the forger had promised to help him with.
He barely thought about the captured women and how they were being separated from their pack and families, all that he cared about was himself.
He took a deep breath and rode faster. The faster he got to Trevor, the faster he would also get what he wanted from the forger.
The night was already crawling towards them. The sun had begun to set, and they weren't even close to the rogue fortress.
Sam slowed down on his horse and glanced towards Triton.
"We can ride through the night. We should stop and continue in the morning."
Triton took his words into consideration, even though he was bent on meeting Trevor that particular day. But seeing that the skies were still dark, and there was no sign of Trevor's castle, he knew that it wouldn't be possible.
