“Alma,” Evyn bites out once they return to the old building. The werebird sits, a little dazed, on the rough ground, her legs folded harshly under her.

“Where’s Eliana,” Jasper rumbles, stepping into the structure and quickly glancing around.

“She,” Alma pauses, her eyes glistening.

“What is it,” he barks, fear tightening around his heart.

“Jasper,” Evyn snaps, a snarl forming across his features as he helps the girl stand.

“They ...