Chapter TenWe lay among the heather with the night air cool on our backs and the stars beginning to appear above. If Dava had seemed desolate, the Moor of Garnish was ten times worse, a sinister place of ancient stones, shrouded peat bogs and tales of the druids. Peallaidh had shaken his shaggy head when he first mentioned it.
“I heard that Alistair is having a gathering on the Moor of Garnish,” he had announced, not looking either of us in the eye. “I think we had better watch and see what happens, but only from a safe distance.”
There was no dispute; we needed information, but after my experiences under Alistair's power, neither of us wished to venture too close. I was tight with apprehension as I once again approached the wolf's lair, and the closer we came, the more I felt his force
