*Ainslee*

We pray until I get woozy. Outside the splintered door, I can still see the outline of an arm of each guard stationed on either side of the doorframe.

Zoey catches me when I go down and carries me to the bed. “You must have a head injury,” she observes worriedly.

Great. “Thanks a lot, Moon Goddess.” So much for praying. “It should heal pretty quickly. I’m a wolf shifter, after all, and I’ve been eating pretty well.”

“Still, we should call for Jerim-” Zoey says.

“Jerim’s in the dungeon,” a guard outside pipes up.

No doctor and eavesdroppers. The blessings just keep on coming. They probably know our...