If you like music while you read, try "We'll All Be Alright" by AG and Amy Stroup. It's what I was listening to while writing this chapter!
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~ TARKYN ~
Three days. Three days before they had news of those who'd gone to face the bears. It had been a horrific, tense time of increased grieving. Because if their friends were safe, why weren't they hearing anything?
But finally, finally the first hare arrived, buoyant, but exhausted.
They were safe. They were all safe. They had defeated the zealot bears—a faction of the Tribe who'd abandoned the rest and were pursuing a startling mission to cleanse Anima of anything or anyone associated with the human world. And they had, indeed, been joined by some of the tigers and a handful of other disgruntled Chimera.
But they were routed. Utterly destroyed.
What the messenger didn't tell them was why it had taken so long for anyone to return—even a messenger.
