They returned to the domed hall, standing side by side while they waited for the Elders to give them an answer. Sage’s palms were clammy as she glanced at her mother who gave her a small encouraging smile. Caspian stood with a blank expression on his face but subtly reached out to squeeze her hand.

“If the wolf is true to his word,” the silver-haired witch said to them calmly. “We will try to help the warlock.”

Sage let out a breath, clasping ...