Chapter Forty-one

"Your questions are going to have to wait," Candra says. Her entire attention is focused on the outburst of mayhem coming from the direction of the main campground.

Someone howls and roars of rage echo in response. Without another word, Candra takes off running toward the fray.

I chase after her, no less urgently. Evander is in there somewhere. And the prince.

Oh, merciful gods, I pray as I jog beside the priestess. Please don't let me find them at the center of this brouhaha.

I burst through the trees and into the clearing at a dead run and almost stumble over a wounded Lycan guard.

"What happened?" I ask while examining him.

"Rouges!" he says, struggling for every breath. "Flee. Hide. Don't let them find you."

"The lad is right," Candra says, taking hold of my arm.

The three of us flinch as something explodes in the center of the camp. I smell blood, then fire.

"Evander!" I gasp, then swivel toward the mayhem. He's in there somewhere. One of those roars could have been his. He might