Caius's POV
"The Council demands your return, Prince Caius," my sister's voice crackled through the ancient phone I'd stolen from Kieran's pack. Reception was bad this high in the mountains.
I paced the small cave room they'd given me, away from the werewolves who still eyed me with suspicion. "Tell the Council I'm handling a situation that affects all vampire houses."
Lyra sighed. "They're voting tonight on whether to strip you of your title."
"Let them try." I kept my voice calm though anger burned inside me. "Who leads the opposition?"
"Cousin Dorian. He claims you've abandoned your duties to chase werewolf fairy tales."
I laughed bitterly. If only they knew what I'd found. The Ruby Wolf wasn't a fairy story – she was the key to everything.
"Send Dorian a message. Tell him I'll return with something that will end our civil war forever."
"Caius..." Worry colored Lyra's voice. "What have you found?"
