As the women exit the trees, Eliana’s gaze immediately searches out Jasper. Her heart begins to flutter when she eventually does see him, but it is short lived. He is standing near Alma, laughing. He moves his hands around, explaining something to her.

The werebird nods, closing her eyes.

Eliana only stands there, watching, with Olisnia by her side.

Alma’s brow furrows, her shoulders tensing up, but almost immediately, feathers begin to form on her arms, her hands ...