Chapter Twenty-Nine
Just Like Old Times
“How can you be certain the elves in our city are changelings?” Linwyn asked.
“It’s the only explanation that makes sense,” Iarion said, wanting to shake her. “They are the first wave. They probably plan to help their drakhal brethren into the city once they are established here. The Khashada has already rebuilt her army. It must be closer than we thought.”
“What do we do?” Eranander asked, his eyes looking wild.
“We have to find and kill them,” Iarion said. “The only way is to cut off their heads. Don’t give them a chance to shift, or they will turn into dragons and either attack the city, or fly away to their mistress. We must eliminate them now before they have a chance to report back. How many are there?”
Eranander shrugged. “I’m not certai
