Edge of Quiet

The air of the Silver Hollow seemed to be choking with the rest of them. The fog was pale and low close reaching to the ground drifting about the roots and rocks. Annabelle kept her sons close behind her. Ezra was calm and ready to her right. Eira and the members of the coven were of a loose group, with their eyes roving over the clearing. No one spoke yet. Words felt risky. Even the trees watched.

Carden was opposite them. Since leaving the fog he had made no movement. His coat ...