Chapter 44

**Apollo’s POV**

Apollo slammed his fist on the desk. “What do you mean she’s just staying home today?”

Mae shrugged. “She isn’t telling me everything. She must have uncovered something else and needed a moment.”

“We don’t have a moment,” Apollo growled. “An Ancient was in my pack house and didn’t seem very helpful. The Master still hasn’t been sighted again.” He threw up his hands. “For the past two centuries we thought we were just facing lingering Embertaurs. This Master is not like his father. And now we have Ancients wandering the woods and in MY pack house?!” His eyes grew distant as he spoke again, more softly, “They’re going to come for her. They know who she is.”

Kierian grunted from where he sat in the chair. “You said Amerie mentioned where the camp could be found.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t do us much good until she actually tells us where it is. She said there were more beasts to face beyond just Embertaurs, but we knew that was a possibility from her earlier visions.” Apollo