13

“I’m so sorry,” Tavi said. She was the only one with the courage to speak, and for her—someone who had lost her family and so much more to Kings men—it was huge to apologize for the retaliatory actions of her home pack.

“Thank you,” Gladys said. “I used to hate Wargs, but that rage faded years ago. I’ve lost a lot, but I know that no pack has had an easy life. I know Gregor or Troy sent killing parties to hurt Wargs, and I know my mate had crossed too far into your territory. In my old age, I know life isn’t perfect, but violence never solves anything. It’s important to hold the people you have as close as you can because they might not be there tomorrow.”

“I’ll say this…” Jasmine said gently. “If Night is looking into your missing children, he’s the best person for the job. He’ll find an answer.”

Her words almost knocked me off my feet. When I looked at Tavi, I saw that she was equally taken aback. That was the very last thing I’d expected Jasmine to say. Wasn’t she planning on repla