The king looked puzzled, so Killian explained.
“When Scout and I came down, it was quiet—and the assassin was still here. Lurking. Waiting for someone. We just happened to be the unlucky ones who showed up, he growled. And then…”
He shook his head, remembering the horrible feeling of watching the assassin steal Scout away.
“He took Scout,” Killian finished.
The king got slowly to his feet. “Killian,” he said, voice hoarse. “I know… you’re upset with me. And you’re right to be. I was… I wasn’t behaving as a king should.”
Killian flicked his tail and wondered where he was going with this.
“But there’s one thing I can do now,” he continued. “I think I know where the assassin took Scout.”
Killian’s hackles flared up. “Where? Tell me!”
“He probably took him to the same place Silvercreek is holding the rest of the omegas — the old warehouse, on the edge of their territory,” the king said. “There’s a hidden grove along the border. The warehouse should be there.”
“That’s where Stark and the rest of the rescue team is,” Killian murmured. At least he would have someone he knew and trusted there. That gave him some semblance of relief.
“I’m going now.” Killian paused. “Take care of your wounds.”
The king nodded.
With that, Killian darted out of the cell and up the stairs, and out of the manor. He wasn’t thinking about his father’s betrayal, his unexpected apology, or even the war any more.
In that moment, the only thing that mattered to him was saving Scout.
