“You think the lycans would attack us?” Alopare, the Major, asked mockingly.
“They have been shadowing every single section we have sent to the front,” Storm answered, looking up to meet his eyes.
“What?” Evil exclaimed. “And you didn’t think to tell me this!”
“They were quickly – and badly – trained spies. They were dealt with,” Storm replied calmly.
“By whom? You’ve been here, so it couldn’t have been you,” Evil pointed out.
Storm said nothing, meeting his eyes silently instead.
“Oh,” Evil said, clearly having realised. “I didn’t know you were still in touch with her.”
“Only when either of us needs something. I suspected that the sections would be followed.”
“You never said.”
“You were busy,” Storm shrugged.
Evil nodded once and continued with his battle plans, involving the officers very little as he spoke with Lucius and Storm, occasionally taking comments from Isabella.
It was about another half an hour before Evil officially adjourned the meeting.
Isabella caught Beth just as she was leaving.
“Beth, I’m sorry about what I said this morning,” she said.
“I don’t care. But you might want to talk to your son about the newest developments,” Beth replied simply before tugging her arm away and striding towards her room.
She was aware that Mary was following her, though didn’t rightly care.
“Come in if you want,” she said to Mary as she entered her bedroom.
Mary did so, after a moment’s hesitation. She shut the door slowly.
“Are you okay?” she asked gently.
“I’m fine,” Beth replied, forcing a small smile.
“No, you’re not. Are you?”
Beth looked up and met her kind eyes, showing not pity, but compassion. Meeting those eyes, that seemed to understand exactly what she was going through, suddenly brought tears to her eyes. She pressed her lips together to stop herself sobbing, shaking her head.
Mary walked over, putting an arm around Beth’s shoulders, and sat her down on the edge of the bed.
“I know how hard it is to lose someone like this, especially when you love them so much,” she said softly. “I lost my mate. It was a long time ago now, but sometimes I still miss him.”
Beth then knew that Mary truly meant it when she’d said she could empathise. She just let her tears fall and her sobs sound. After a while, she simply ran out of tears to shed.
“Lucius said that there’s nothing we can do to get him back,” Beth whispered, wiping the wetness from her cheeks.
“I would agree with him. Slaves don’t know where they’re being kept the majority of the time.”
“One of the aristocrats has him. A baron, or something,” she mumbled.
“That narrows it down to about forty people. It would take a very long time to go through the whole list. It could be any of the barons, of any of the races.”