The Rogue Queen's Rise
Wells has never called it anything at all.
I know something's changed the second I see her cross the yard — not toward the road this time, but toward the tree line, low and fast, the stillness gone out of her for the first time since I've known her. Renata's right behind her, and I'm right behind Renata, and by the time we reach the trees Wells already has a young man pinned against a trunk with one forearm across his throat, not hard enough to hurt, hard enough to mean it.