Selvara's POV

We left the cabin within minutes as there was no time to rest, no time to process what Tharis had told us. The three witches were dead and also summons from the Dragon Clans about something that was starting to turn into a mystery. Everything was spiraling out of control again.

"How far are the Northern Peaks?" Zyros asked while we saddled the horses.

"Two days of hard riding," Tharis replied. "Maybe less if we don't stop."

"We can't afford to stop," I said. "If someone killed ...