I expected the camp to devolve into chaos the moment word got out, but the Last Light Company surprised me again. Before I even made it back to my tent, news of my declaration of war had spread through the camp, moving like wildfire. Wherever I went, Soldiers whispered restlessly, shooting uneasy, or sometimes excited glances at me. I expected as much from the older veterans, but even the young soldiers, just third and fourth level, maintained strict discipline and composure.
Elinore, arms crossed and expression stern, waited for me outside my tent. I shrank back instinctively as her gaze landed on me, burying myself further into Fable's fur. But my wolf, intentionally oblivious to my unease, bounded the last few dozen toward her.
