"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.
