"The young witch speaks from concern, not doubt, Lady Morgana. In my experience, when a warrior fails to arrive at the appointed hour, the wise commander prepares for complications."
Rena looked at him, pursing her lips, her brows knit together, as if telling him that she didn't need his help.
Since her stay in the Coven's mansion and the hard training, she had changed a lot, and one thing she had come to realize was that no one would be by your side when you need them the most. Surviving as a lone wolf was the best way.
The only people she cared about now are the two friends from her village, Taeryn and Baren, and she was worried that Baren hadn't returned when he was supposed to.
And Jaenor will always have a place in her heart, as she cherished her memories with him.
As their carriage passed between the towering Guardians, Rena felt the fundamental shift in the air itself.
