Chapter 8: Elowen Hale's Eyes

Alpha Ordell Thorncross is seventy-four and built like a bull that's been dying angrily for a decade. Alpha Morrow Greywater is eighty, thin as wire, with a cane he doesn't need. "They've sent a child," Thorncross said. "They've sent a Ravenguard Commander," I said. "First question. Why do you want this land?" He opened his mouth to bark something about ancestral right. And Nyx went absolutely still in my head, and I heard the thing under his answer — the thought sitting beneath the words...