Chapter Sixteen: Fenna

Fenna gets her name, and the Lycan King cracks holding her. The bell she rang at birth drops half the Circle's front rank in the field and empties the western holdfast, forty freed dire-bloods are riding east, Bael's plan worked. But the Warden doesn't retreat, she withdraws, and Roderic, honest at last through a loosened leash, names the real threat: she won't come for the wall. She'll let the gathering grow fat and hopeful, and then unmake it from the inside, one wolf at a time, until Wren does to her own people what Ashfall did to her. The cruelest thing isn't being thrown away. It's being made to do the throwing. Comment how you want Wren to fight a war like THAT, and add to library. We're just getting started.