You Must Be Swift

He’d thought his next move over a few times in the last few hours, but this seemed his best course of action. Seeing Epitaph, if he was his half-brother or not, had cause Rhyme to feel more vulnerable than ever. He had Shaye’s blessing but his plan hadn’t come together until today. He didn’t know where the broken male had been taken after being torn from his mother’s side, but likely someone knew of his escape and a Hunter was being sent. Rhyme needed to take action.

With Epitaph in the care of Vail and possibly Solor and Spider he was going to seek out the warriors of the pack. Mostly the experienced wolves with the ranks were needed, but the younger wolves needed to hear what he had to say as well. If they wanted to be a warrior it was time to take their role seriously. This would be the grand test for all of them.

His tall form slipped through the grasses of the thickets as he made his way to the place where he had found Epitaph clinging to life. Here he would hold the communing of his warriors, and hopefully the beginning of an unstoppable force. Rhyme leaned back, his tail fur brushing the packed dirt trail that lined Abaven. He tilted his head and called out for those ranked as warriors and apprentices. As his call rang out and died off he returned to his poised state, his senses on alert in case the slave hunters had heard him too.