Kaden led his platoon with the Lafta warriors tagging along.
With vigilant eyes, he watched the woods for any signs of danger. The trees rustled by the winter breeze, but even that could not hide Fang's footsteps in his ears.
He knew Fang was following them using his Butterfly steps. His subtle steps could not be noticed by others, but to Kaden those steps were all he heard.
He glanced around at the tree in which Fang hid.
A small head peeped out and hid itself.
Kaden started sweating. 'Fang, what the hell are you doing? If you are so careless like this, you might get noticed,' he chided in his mind. But his face still remained stoic, devoid of any expression.
It is a skill he perfected when he was inside the castle, raised alongside the Wolves in silk.
He sighed and glanced at the little figure moving in from branches to branches.
His heart burned at this sight. The one he longed to see for seven years appeared before his eyes, but he could not even greet him properly.
