That stung.
Edvin clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding as the image of Megan swelled with another man's child gripped his thoughts like a vice. The fury curled in his gut, slow and venomous.
"So she's in on it," he muttered, pacing in slow, tight circles, his boots dragging slightly against the rug. "They're hiding this wolf — or whatever the hell it is — from the rest of the village?"
"I don't have proof," Garron replied, voice steady despite the tension wrapping around them. "But I believe so. They've been careful. No one's followed them. I barely managed it myself."
Edvin stopped mid-step, turning to Garron with a stare sharp enough to slice through steel. "So you didn't go back to check? To confirm what they're actually hiding in that cave?"
"No, my lord," Garron admitted, shoulders stiffening.
