Chapter 56. Elven Healers

CYRAN

“Why aren’t you doing the healing?”

I curse loudly, as I leap at the sound of Gylen’s voice. Or it’s his breath on my neck, I don’t know which.

“Would you all stop doing that?”

He raises a brow. “Doing what?”

“Sneaking up on people like that, it’s not healthy.”

He smirks. “So you’re scared.”

“Who wouldn’t be, winter wolves just attacked the village.”

The habitual frown replaces his smile as he folds his arms. “Yes, I suppose so.”

I follow his glance back to the bed in the middle of the hall, where Saelyna has her hands on Pedran’s shoulder. Blue light glows now and then when she moves, and the girls are in a sort of huddle around them. Save for Keilen, and the one called Charlin. They both sit opposite each other on the far side of the room, totally ignoring the other.

Just then, the door bursts open and Veesa strolls in, the older wolvens following behind her. Her white hair streams behind her soiled here and t