After the meeting, I headed to the office to go over the budget for the war, while Danny went to train with the troops and Kit went to do the usual mundane pack duties, but I was so over this today. I wanted to go see Zan. I was worried that she wouldn't forgive us over this situation with the fake Azana, but this was important. We needed everything organized for this fight. Killing Emory would keep her safe.
As the clock ticked, each second a dragging on. Another day of endless paperwork, my quill scratching across parchment. My fingers ached. I really needed to negotiate with my brothers about who does what. I felt like I'd lost out.
Finally, the day ended, and I stood up stretching, and pulling on my jacket. I hurried home, and went straight to Zan's room. She was sitting in the corne
