He's Not the One

*Maddox*

These Goddess forsaken kids of mine.

“He pulled a sword on me, Isla. A sword!” I shrug my leathers over my shoulders and fix my mate with a look that mimics her own–something made of steel and ice cold. “It’s been three days since Ella and Maddy took off after him. I’m going. I’m bringing Cassian with me.”

“He had his arm bitten clean off–”

“He is just fine,” I say through gritted teeth, knowing the direction this conversation is about to go. Isla, beautiful and convincing as always, has no intentions of hearing me out. She had no intentions of doing so yesterday–when I showed up at the castle expecting to find her and Ella safe and sound.

Instead, after two days securing a perimeter around Moorn after the battle on the plains that had wiped out half of our territory’s warriors,……