Blue Spirit Atla Novels & Stories

Jason pushed them open. The Blue Lounge was named for the deep azure velvet drapes and upholstery. Usually a place of quiet counsel or family gatherings, it now felt like a field hospital after a brutal skirmish. The air hung heavy with the sharp, medicinal tang of wolfsbane salve and something else – the sour scent of neglect, of damp earth, and fear. Ashton’s gaze swept the room, bypassing the worried face of Meredith, Novah’s surrogate mother, who stood wringing her hands near the fireplace. It landed, and stopped.