Brenna
The link between my mind and my mates lay quiet as we reeled from the witch’s news. As soon as Yseult left, Daegan and Samuel headed to their posts—to debrief the pack and establish watch again on the heights. I retired to our chamber and waited until Muriel and Fergus brought my sons in to nurse. Euan busied himself at my breast immediately, while my sister and her red-haired mate distracted Jacob. Muriel’s eyes were reddened a little, but she turned away before I could ask her if she was all right.
Truth be told, I also felt like crying. The tale Yseult told us was fantastic and tragic. She and her witch sisters still sought a final answer, a spell that could bind the mage for at least another thousand years.
We could defeat the Corpse King. But at what cost?
Euan cooed, remin
