It's not long at all
Lost and lonely
That's underground
Monday, August 7 to Tuesday, August 8 .::. In the dark of night
The Queen stepped unseen from the shadows at the border of the camp when the werewolf left. His frustration and anger was almost palpable; it truly was a shame she'd not get to tame it following this trip.
But there will be other harvests, Maev thought with a philosophical smile.
This one would have to be cut short — dislodging the fae would be a simple thing, if only the castle dwellers knew, and now that the wizards were roused it was no longer prudent to rely upon their ignorance.
But the fae could afford patience, though it chafed her.
The decision was made. They would leave tonight, with such prizes as they'd gleaned from these fields.
They had enough for her purposes.
Maev called for Vasily, and laid clear her instructions.
