CHAPTER 46: THE FIANCÉE'S KNIFE TWISTS
SILVER'S POV
They came back with the old wolf.
I found out the same way I found out most things in Blackmoor — through a maid who had been in the right corridor at the right time and understood that her continued comfort in this pack house depended on keeping me informed. The group had returned before dawn, one extra horse, one extra person, and the particular tight-lipped energy of people who had found something significant and were not yet ready to let anyone know how significant.
A Moonfall survivor. Alive. Inside Blackmoor walls.
I sat with that for a long time.
