Willow

“I want Ronan ad Lydia to hear this,” Willow said.

She stood up, her knees cracking under her weight, and headed out of the shelter.

Lydia, in her beautiful, grey form, stood proudly, keeping watch over the clearing. Willow noticed there were other wolves lurking about. Their eyes gleamed through the trees but none approached.

“I have a plan,” she announced.

Ronan and Lydia moved closer to her. Willow also motioned for Morgause to join them. ...