TOM
The fae magic burns through me. I'm maintaining defensive wards while fighting. Dual-tasking that's killing me slowly.
Left hand: holding magical barrier protecting our east flank. Thirty wolves behind it staying alive because of my concentration.
Right hand: throwing fae-blessed daggers at vampire hunters. Silver and cold iron. They die screaming.
I'm exhausted. The magic battle with Professor Fell three days ago nearly killed me. I shouldn't be fighting. Should be recovering.
But everyone's fighting. Everyone's dying. Can't sit out.
A vampire charges through my barrier. Impossible. My wards are Seelie-crafted. Nothing should penetrate.
I kill him with a dagger to the eye socket. But the breach is concerning.
My wards shouldn't fail.
I examine the magical structure while dodg
