THE LOST ALPHA
I pressed myself against the stone wall of the packhouse, just out of sight.
“What do you mean you lost him?” Kieran’s voice was sharp, filled with frustration.
“We had him restrained,” a warrior responded, sounding nervous. “But by the time we reached the dungeons, he was gone.”
My breath caught.
Gone? The attacker had escaped?
“That’s impossible,” Kieran growled. “He was barely conscious.”
Another voice, deeper and unfamiliar, spoke. “It wasn’t just him. Someone helped him.”
A heavy silence fell.
“Who?” Kieran demanded.