Malrik POV

Tavian reached the cabin a few hours after the call.

By then, we had uncovered the name of the Moonchild among us Ansel Moonchild.

I didn’t press him for answers. Not yet. But suspicion gnawed at me. The name, the way he carried himself it couldn’t be coincidence. He had to be tied closely to Tavrix. That was a conversation for Silverlight, not here, not now.

Foster and the others were healing steadily, their wounds closing as the hours dragged on. That was the only comfort ...