Chapter 145

Avery

The morning sun had barely crested the mountains when we gathered in Northpeak's courtyard to say our farewells. Otis stood close to Maya, their hands intertwined, both wearing expressions of poorly concealed misery.

"I should be going with you," Otis said for the third time, his voice rough. "You're my mate. I'm supposed to—"

"You have duties here," Maya interrupted, though her eyes were br