Voices were rising from the center of the rogue camp.

Selene and Caius had just returned from Crescent Moon, their boots still muddy, their breaths still uneven. The memory of the chase and the bracelet in Selene’s hand were fresh. But something else was happening now.

Shouts. Angry voices. A crowd.

Caius grabbed Selene’s arm. "Something's wrong."

They moved faster, pushing through the trees until they reached the circle of warriors gathered near the fire pit. At the center, two rogues stood a young male named Bren, and a female named Mira.

Mira was shaking. Tears streamed down her face. Her arms were crossed over her belly. Her clothes were...