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Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Epilogue

Map
Dedication

In memory of Dan Hooker, who stood by us from thestart.

Prologue

Eillean's heart grew heavy as she walked away from the city ofVenjètz and into the night forest. Dressed
in breeches, cowl, face scarf, and cloak, all dark-tinted, between night-gray and forest-green, only her
movement would have betrayed her presence to any watchful eyes.

She did not care for sentiment, but lingering melancholy nagged her just the same.

Brot'ân'duivé walked silently beside her.

Tall for an elf, he stood almost a full head above her, yet he was proportioned more like a human. Both
traits were common among his clan. His hair was bound back beneath his cowl, but a few silvery strands
still wafted across his dark-skinned forehead. Faint lines surrounded his large amber eyes.

She had not asked him to come on this strange journey. Yet here he was.

They had traveled for nearly a moon from their homeland—what humans called theelvenTerritories .
Crossing theBrokenRange and its western foothills, they arrived at the lake beyond Darmouth's keep.
And for what? To bring a majay-hì pup to Léshil, a grandson she had only watched from afar.

Foolishness—and yet she had felt compelled.

With the pup now safely delivered to Cuirin'nên'a, her daughter, Eillean brushed her gloved hand against
fir tree branches as she walked. She missed her people's verdant forest, and it was time to return home.

Brot'ân'duivé's cowl was up and a wrap covered his lower face, the same as hers. Not that it mattered.