CHAPTER 118

Yrene slumped onto the three-legged stool
amid the chaos of the Great Hall. The story
was familiar, though the setting slightly
altered: another mighty chamber turned into a
temporary sick bay. Dawn was not far off, yet
she and the other healers kept working. Those
bleeding out wouldn’t be able to survive
without them.
Human and Fae and witch and Wolf—
Yrene had never seen such an assortment of
people in one place.
Elide had come in at some point, glowing
despite the injured around them.