Daria’s POV

I would look at the pack square through the shadows of the upper trees, and the breath I was taking was slow, and my body was still. A fine halo of glamour coated me like a second-skin, distorting light and smell sufficiently to render me invisible. Torches were flickering fiercer than normal below, and their fires glowed in the night wind. Something was wrong. No--something already was wrong.

Rylan came out of the wood-track, dripping to the bone.

His boots were dripping with water as he went into the square, dripping off his cloak and his hair. His mouth was clenched, his eyes flared with rage. Whimperings ran...