You'll Never Be Alone Again

Of all the Adravendi children, Emile was the most distant. Ulric had told the woman just how concerned he was for the boy and seeing the pain in her mate's face made her want to help the young wolf as well. She'd approached him once and he'd been a little standoffish, but he hadn't been rude or cruel. Had he been nasty to her, the silvered fae probably wouldn't have bothered with him again. That wasn't the type of wolf that she was. A little less stoic than her mother, but she was still less... affectionate than most. There was a coolness to Eska that was gained through heredity. Sometimes others may have seen this as the woman having a poor attitude, but she simply wasn't as emotional as fae's usually were.

Eska enlisted the help of Baz and Avaset, sending the dogs out to locate the tan striped boy. It didn't take the dogs long find Emile and soon Eska was standing outside of his bedroom door. The brindled fae knocked once, didn't wait for an answer, and pushed the door open. The room was dark and it seemed as though the boy was curled up on the bed full of furs where he'd made a little nest or cocoon. Striding over to the bed, Eska cleared her throat. "Come with me," she spoke in her even, cool tones. "We're getting out out of this castle for a while." Eska wouldn't take no for an answer. Even if they had to talk it out first, she was going to peel him from this room and from whatever headspace he was in.

"Eska"