Too Late, My Mates
He bowed his head.
Brenna took the babies from his arms, wrapped them tighter, and led the way down the lower road to the hidden cave where Cassian's scouts kept supplies. We moved in silence, in a small, exhausted line. Hazel leaned heavily on Ronan. Cassian walked beside me, steady as a wall.
At the mouth of the cave, a small hand touched my sleeve.
I looked down. It was Odette.
She had slipped away from the Silverfang ranks and followed us in the dark. Her face was streaked with tears, her grey braids were coming loose, and in her trembling fingers she held a tiny glass vial filled with pale liquid.