Chapter 11
The five of them sat together around a fire outside Mara’s hut. Mara warmed salted meat and bread over the fire. Persephonie’s father, who introduced himself as Cassian, brought out a few bottles of wine. “The saudad have rules about these things,” Cassian said with a wink when Iellieth expressed her surprise at the vintage.
The stress from the council meeting lingered over them. Mara and Cassian spoke in hushed tones, and Marcon contemplated the flames.
“Persephonie,” Iellieth asked, “who are these enemies you spoke of at the council meeting? Are they really werewolves?”
The young saudad glanced at Mara and her father before she answered. “They are, yes. We do not know their exact location in the mountains, but they are on the move again. Have you not heard of their attacks
