LERRIN
The equine guards weren't rough on him, but they eyed him with cold disapproval and clearly restrained themselves. Lerrin was impressed. If he'd taken Reth he knew his guards wouldn't have been as kind.
Yet another blow. How had he not seen the darkness infecting his people?
Memories of that black and gray wave of wolves, ignoring his direct order, rolling into the Hallowed Grounds to kill and destroy… it was only a small balm that many of his people had listened, but he would take the sun where it peered through the shadows. He didn't have any choice.
His people were cut adrift. He had to do everything he could to help Reth bring them back—wisely, carefully, but quickly—so that healing could begin.
