"You're sure this is the right path?"
Captain Thorne's whispered question barely reached me as we crouched in the underbrush, watching Theron's small party ride ahead through the darkening forest. We'd been following them for over an hour now, always staying just far enough back to avoid detection.
"I'm sure," Kael whispered back. "This leads to the old Silvermoon territories. Where the old families used to gather before the Purge. If Daemon is anywhere, it's here."
I shifted my weight, trying to find a more comfortable position. The pregnancy made stealth difficult, my changing body less suited for crouching in bushes and riding hard through forests. But I wasn't about to admit that, wasn't about to give Kael any excuse to send me back to safety.
Ahead, Theron and his guards stopped at a clearing. One of the guards dismounted and walked the perimeter, checking for threats. The other stayed mounted, hand on his sword hilt, clearly nervous.
