LISA
After Ava and Lucas left on the midnight mission, all of Wolf's Landing was left on edge, waiting for some sort of attack to occur. I'm pretty sure there isn't a single adult willing to sleep tonight.
But what we didn't expect was to find fifty armed Fae in military gear in the middle of our secure compound, especially in the wee hours of morning.
The words coming out of their mouths sound like water trickling over pebbles mixed with glass breaking, strangely melodic but also cold and harsh. My eyes drift over Magister Orion's back as he argues, I think, with the leader of this new group of Fae.
The magitech brace on my arm is ready to be activated at a moment's notice. I'm not the only one on edge; it's as if every shifter in the compound has arrived to defend our home.
If it wasn't for the Magister, the fight would have already begun.
