Gideon’s POV
My wolf loped through the trees, leaping over logs and weaving between moss-covered boulders. The moon was high in the sky by now—a mere sliver peeking out occasionally from amongst the clouds.
I knew Zara’s coordinates would likely lead me nowhere. Logically, I knew that. She was a liar—she always had been, and she always would be.
But I couldn’t help it. The moment I saw that point on my map, my wolf went wild. We had to see it with our own eyes, even if nothing was there. Even if it was a trap, we had to go. My wolf wouldn’t have it any other way.
So now here we were, racing through the forest on a fool’s errand.
The crossroads Zara described was close now. Three birch trees, she had said. The Rogue King’s current encampment was down the path to the right of those tre
