Chapter eighteen
Of a volunteer from the Jikai VuvushisThe ugly truth was that I must be to blame. Somehow wherever I went the damned werewolves appeared.
This could not be mere coincidence.
And the corpse of Larghos m’Mondifer speaking to me. I trembled to think just who might have been using his cadaver to communicate with me. If the idea I did not wish to allow into my head proved true, then, indeed, Vallia was in deep water.
During this period, as we attempted to prosecute the campaign against Layco Jhansi, I decided it would be best if I did not frequent Falanriel, or any town at all. Spending days in camp or on the march I hoped would deprive any potential werewolves from preying on simple young girls. In this I was proved right. But the atrocities continued, and soldiers were ri
