Chapter 108. Destruction of Wolfsbane

Eryndor’s POV

My pulse hammers in my ears. Lira? Here, in the heart of the busiest human city? And who is that short girl trailing just a step behind her, her posture oddly tense beneath festival banners fluttering in the breeze? I know one thing for sure: neither of them came for the merriment of lanterns or the sweet scent of spiced pies. Something far more sinister is drawing them here.

“Excuse me, ladies, I need to use the restroom,” I blurt out to Auraya and Vaela, forcing a casual tone as I slip past them and break into a light jog. The truth is, I’m not desperate for a privy—I’m chasing two werewolves through a crowded street, and every second I hesitate is a second their plan inches closer to completion.

“Wait, Eryndor! The restroom’s on the other side of the market!” Auraya calls after me, her voice carrying over the hum of voices and clatter of wooden carts.

Vaela arches an eyebrow. “What’s gotten into him?”

Sylin shrugs, tucking a loos