Chapter 34

Netya pushed all thoughts of the bag to the back of her mind as she returned to the tent, refusing to let worries over what Adel might or might not have persuaded her to do spoil the evening. She took a deep breath and let the sweet smells of the fires fill her lungs, smiling as she remembered what the night had in store for her.

Excitement quickened her pulse once again, and she ducked inside to find Fern already heating water over the fire. Her handful of herbs had already been prepared by the seers and did not need stewing, but mixing them with warm water made the medicine more palatable and easy to swallow.

It was another couple of hours before the celebration began properly, and Netya found herself pacing back and forth within the tent’s narrow confines as the minutes crept by.

“You are like a restless fly when you become nervous,” Fern said from her seat. “If you had a wolf within you I would say she was clawing to get out.”

“I do not know what to expec