They were not merely grumbling about the length of the journey. They had noticed the same thing she had: that they were getting farther from the Royal Capital.
The Priestess's eyes narrowed beneath her veil.
This was the opportunity she needed.
If she openly voiced her suspicions, the werewolves leading them might notice. But she could quietly alert the male Tigrens through their mindlink without causing a scene.
"Let's rest for a bit," she said through the mindlink connecting her to the warriors.
Her voice remained calm, but the meaning behind her words was anything but.
She couldn't tell whether she was simply being overly cautious or if there was truly something worth suspecting.
As the Royal Guard Captain had instructed them, after he, their Chieftain, and the Royal Archmage departed, a small group of warriors wearing the same Royal Guard uniforms had come to escort them. They had even presented their badges as proof of their identities.
