Sitting alone in my room, I tried not to let the frustration eat away at me. The meeting to plan the defense against the banshee attacks was happening right now, and I had been specifically told to stay out of it. Jeremiah had forbidden me from joining, saying it was “not my place.” His words had stung. I knew I could help—why didn’t he?
I paced back and forth, my heart aching for the families who had lost loved ones, for the children who were now without parents. Sitting around doing nothing made me feel useless. And Jeremiah knew that, yet he’d still kept me locked away.
“Well, forget that,” I muttered to myself. I wasn’t going to sit here and do nothing.
I grabbed my cloak and threw it over my shoulders, pulling the hood over my head. Maybe, if I wasn’t allowed to help directly, I co
