The Broken Warrior's Daughter
I raise my voice. “All sprites are welcome to take refuge on our land. I am the Guardian of the Realm. I and my pack will protect you. Get to the packhouse, find someone to show you to a bunker. Go now!” I command and as one, the nearly 100 sprites race past our borders, headed to the packhouse.
Alexander’s wolf, Fynn, runs up, joining us. I turn to him. “Who is Tula?”
“Their friend, Luna. Another sprite.” He mind links me.