Chapter 424: Ava: Dream-Eater

"Greg." My voice cuts through the tense silence as we approach the debriefing tent. "Have Marcus bring our guest here. I want Magister Orion's opinion."

Greg nods and peels away from our group, his boots crunching in the snow. The sight of Wolf's Landing standing intact on our arrival released a giant knot of tension in my chest. It was hard to shove away intrusive thoughts of the shadow wolf breaking out of all restraints and murdering everyone over my decision.

Thank God, the Goddess, and the freaking moon none of that happened.

"You've captured someone?" Magister Orion's deep voice rumbles behind me.

"A Fae, maybe? I'm not sure. Gray skin. Silver hair. Not the same as anyone I saw in the Ward, but you'd know better than I."

"Gray skin?" Tinker zips ahead, her mechanical wings whirring. "That's not typical Fae coloring."

"Nothing about this situation is typical." Kellan's voice drips with frost as he enters behind us. He's still not thrilled they're here.

I thought he'd be a little more understanding, but I guess it's hard when it all comes up at once without warning.

The debriefing tent feels cramped with so many bodies. Maps and papers cover the central table, weighted down with mugs of cold coffee. I start a fire as Kellan clears the table, clearly uncomfortable with Fae eyes on our information.

We'll get there. I think.

We will. Kellan is a reasonable man. Selene settles near the stove, waiting for it to emanate heat, like she isn't insulated against the cold.

"Most of the pack is in the alpha lodge now, right, Kellan?"

"Yes, Luna. It was safest to bring in everyone from the outer edges, as we were expecting an attack."

"Since we know the danger is passed, we should send them back. Lower the alert level and let people adjust." There's a lot to do. I still have bodies to identify. The hospital is destroyed; I have no idea what we're going to do about that. We don't have another building large enough, except the alpha lodge.

he examines me. "You've improved greatly since I've seen you. Like a baby gazelle who's

I know

his face grim as he half-carries, half-drags our unconscious captive. The silver-haired figure looks smaller in

breath catches. His massive frame

Hope flares. Maybe we can finally get some answers. Maybe they will lead us to

the figure as Marcus

you tell

"They're not Fae."

the action look almost comical. He

not. He's

you come across one of these?" His voice holds an

scattered as I try to intersperse bits of information. Like who Ivy is, and why we thought it

them with magic, they changed

to kill

fingers brush

deep sigh that seems to deflate

steps forward, arms crossed.

fix on Kellan.

ice. "Enlighten us. Stop beating around

wait until he looks my way, meeting his eyes with hard ones of my own. "Please. He's

Tinker's mechanical wings whir as she hovers near the captive's face, her usual chatter absent.

pushing to his feet with a sigh. "It isn't unconscious, just recharging. It's

"Of what?"

into his cheeks, barely visible beneath his beard. "That is… Well." He harrumphs and coughs, rubbing the back

a dream-eater,

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