Chapter 63
- Randall sat lost in his own thoughts, alone in his chamber, as Reagan's words replayed repeatedly in his head.
- 'you have to guard your pack and everything you love, Randall. Rashka is alive. He will come for you and everything you care about.'
- Those words hunted him. He clutched the arms of his ornately carved oak chair, his deep green eyes mirroring dawning terror.