Rodrigo didn't know how long he'd been walking.
The torches at the shrine entrance came into view and he stopped, blinking once, his hands still fisted at his sides. He looked at them for a moment, then made himself breathe.
Seven was at the gate with a small group of lycans. When he saw him, he dismissed them with a word and walked over.
"Alpha." He paused, his eyes moving across Rodrigo's face. "You don't look well."
Rodrigo glanced at him and continued inside. "I'm fine."
"Is there a prob—"
"How is the ritual going."
Seven fell into step behind him. They crossed the pebbled path to the front doors, the guards bowing as they approached, and stepped into the shrine hall.
