"Wake everyone."

Silvain said it once, quiet and absolute, and the wolves nearest to him moved without a word. Marina heard the camp come alive behind her in the specific way camps came alive when the people in them had been through enough that they woke fast and silent, no confusion, no questions, just bodies moving to positions they had already been assigned.

She kept her hands on the sixth standing stone and worked faster.

The sound beyond the boundary hadn't changed. It wasn't moving closer. It was holding position, which was almost worse than an advance because it meant Obsidian was comfortable. He wasn't rushing. He had them contained...