The Enemy Without

RETH

Forty minutes later Reth sat at the table, his nails digging into the hard, stone top to keep himself from shaking.

There is every possibility this plan the wolves had designed would have worked. Realizing that was humbling, frightening, and… possibly the coldest rage Reth had ever felt. If his enemy had not turned on his back and bared his belly, Reth may have been dead within days.

If it was true. And that was the question that tormented him like a fly buzzing around his head. Could this be trusted? Was there any chance Suhle had been deceived? Was there any chance Lerrin had been found out and deceived?

But Suhle was adamant: He was trusted by the others, and honorable. When he had realized what was happening among his people, he'd seen no course but to put their fate in Reth's hands. Because Reth had seen this coming and Lerrin had not.

"He does not like you," Suhle said, her lips twisting on the words.