The Primal Pack moved through Havenwood like a ghost, and its rider like a vengeful wraith. Reidar rode on its back, filled with the same cold anger that made him snap at Lena.
The usual sounds of a settlement—the clang of a hammer, kids laughing somewhere, people talking low—felt wrong next to the rage building inside him.
He found Martin at the ranger station, bent over a large map spread across a table.
The man glanced up as Reidar stepped inside, his tired expression shifting to a welcome, then dissolving the instant he saw Reidar's glare. Martin wasn't stupid; he figured out something was wrong.
"I'm leaving." Reidar didn't wait for a response. "But before I go, you're going to tell me why nearly a hundred people tried to kill me in that forest. And you're going to stop lying."
Martin's face hardened, the lines around his eyes deepening.
