The Alpha King's Claimed Breeder
"Seek any trace of her, a drop of blood, a strand of hair, anything. Bring me proof of where she is."
Now, Shade circled back towards me, landing on my outstretched arm. I noticed with a surge of excitement that his sharp beak was stained with what looked like fresh blood.
"You found her!" I exclaimed, hardly daring to believe it. "Freya's alive!"
The bird cawed softly and bobbed his head. Relief crashed over me like a wave. Shade was no ordinary raven - he was uncannily intelligent and perceptive, able to track and spy like no other creature. If anyone could locate Freya, it was him.