Mykal stood beside Karyn, an arm wrapped around her shoulders. She was shivering despite there being no chill in the air. He hugged her even tighter. Behind them was the forest. Beyond that, but visible during the day, or when the moon was bright, were the Zenith Mountains. They faced open land that fell within the Grey Ashland Boundry. To the east was the Isthmian, though they were a long ways from the sea, and the west more open land, and maybe the hint of Lantern Lake.
Blodwyn and Galatia rode toward them.
“I dreamed of death tonight. Before Blodwyn woke us. I didn’t know what it meant, and since you were not in the dream, I didn’t think it was important,” she said.
“We can’t think about that now,” he told her, though it was all he could think about. Her ability confused him. What ex
