The library was warm, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the firelight. It was peaceful, a bubble of quiet in a world that had been nothing but noise and violence for the last two days.
I was finishing the schematic for the third anchor point. My hand was steady now, the charcoal moving fluidly across the parchment. The food, the warmth, and the strange, silent companionship of the Alpha had done more for my nerves than any potion could have.
"Done," I whispered, setting the charcoal down.
I stretched, my spine popping. It felt good. For the first time in forever, I didn't feel like I was about to shatter.
Guilermo looked up from his book. He had been reading the same page for twenty minutes.
"The wind shear variable?" he asked.
"Calculated," I said, pointing to the rune cluster in t
