Back within the werewolf territory, Maya stood in the infirmary, watching over Xavier's pale, still form. The energy in the pack was restless. Jonah had not returned since leading Elizabeth inside, and now, there were whispers of a vampire seen near the western perimeter.
She turned to one of the guards stationed at the doorway. "Tell the others to double the patrols. Someone will come again. That much is certain."
The guard nodded and hurried out.
Maya's eyes flicked toward the corner of the room, where a shadow moved. Elizabeth. Still cloaked in a worn black robe, her violet eyes gleaming, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You knew he'd come?" Maya asked her.
Elizabeth tilted her head, brushing a strand of tangled hair behind her ear. "He's the queen's dog. Of course he'd sniff out the trail I left."
"You want him to find you?"
Elizabeth's smirk didn't fade. "I want him to tell the queen I'm awake."
Maya stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. "You're playing with fire, Liz."
