TENNA.
The room went silent.
"Three days," Rowan said slowly. "Same as the trials."
"It's not a coincidence," Elliot's voice was ice. "Someone's trying to force her out before the ceremony."
"Or kill her during it," Torhana added darkly.
"Can you describe the attacker?" Elliot asked Jackson.
"Big. Maybe seven feet in wolf form. Black fur with—" He grimaced in pain. "With grey streaks. And the eyes. The eyes were wrong."
"Wrong how?"
"Red. Pure red. Like—like blood."
I felt the brothers go tense.
"That's not possible," Rowan said.
"I know what I saw," Jackson insisted.
"Red eyes mean—" Torhana didn't finish the sentence.
"What?" I demanded. "What do red eyes mean?"
Elliot looked at me, and I'd never seen him look so serious. "It means the wolf has been corrupted. Either by dar
