*Lazlo*

Two wolves break through the trees, moving fast, their pelts slick with rain and travel. Kyra and Stockton. Their paws skid slightly on the stone as they reach the courtyard, where I stand alone.

"You’ve been gone longer than expected," I send through the link, keeping my tone neutral.

"We trailed them from Mireth’s estate," Kyra sends. "Just as you suspected. They traveled north through the forest, careful not to draw attention. No horses. No conversations."

Stockton steps beside her, still catching his breath. "They glided like ghosts. Crossed the last ridge that leads to the caverns at dusk. We followed them as far as the border."

Kyra’s voice...