8
The Raven
Ravenna slowed her flight as she approached Wulfsgate Keep. A discerning eye could glean the difference between an ordinary raven and a shapeshifted priestess, and while those eyes were less prevalent outside Wulfsgate, the capital of the Northerlands was used to the Ravenwoods and their oddities. She wasn’t supposed to be here outside of the sacred agreement between Ravenwoods and Derehams, which for her had already ended as she ceased her training in Wulfsgate and returned permanently to The Rookery to prepare herself for maturity and the Langenacht. Every visit now was a risk. A careful calculation.
Unless she and Drystan could agree on a way forward, there would be no more visits. The time they’d viewed with such dread was upon them, and they must either face it, or flee
