The silence that followed was suffocating.
Black Fang stood motionless in the middle of the clearing with her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the treeline. She looked as though she were searching for curiosities in the depths of the forest. It was clear to both Kitsara and Quinlan that her mind was elsewhere, detached, as if having one disciple buried beneath the earth, another half-dead on her shoulder, and a third poisoned unconscious at Quinlan's feet was of no concern to her.
She didn't even blink.
Quinlan finally broke the silence.
"I'll call for my healer ally, Lady Black Fang," he said at long last.
With a thought, Seraphiel was teleported to their side, and the moment she saw who was standing across from them, her face went ashen.
Quinlan had naturally informed the elven woman of what to expect on this side of the gate, but that didn't make her life much easier. Accepting the fact that Black Fang was in their home was easier said than done.
