Sit down properly," Kessa said, "before you fall down. You're no good to anyone bleeding on my floor a second time."
Nisera sat. The healing house had gone quiet again, the door shut, and outside the little window she could hear the watch dispersing—the alarm horn silenced, the immediate crisis of two missing people apparently resolved enough for most of the pack to go back to their beds. It wouldn't stay resolved. She knew that the way she knew weather was coming from the particular stillness in the air.
"You said you buried three of these." She turned the pendant over once, tracing the crescent moon and the small carved wolf with her thumb. "The night my mother died."
Kessa didn't answer immediately. She busied herself with the drying herbs along the rafters, pulling down a bundle of
