Chapter 47 Taren

• In the shadows above, hidden in a gap between the tower’s beams—deep within a blind spot in the guards’ patrols—someone held their breath. He was nearly invisible—his black cloak blending with the stone, his body as still as a beast poised to strike. Only his eyes—golden-brown with a faint vertical slit—reflected the scene below, missing nothing.
• Taren.
• A warrior, once mortally wounded in a skirmish on the border with rebellious werewolves. Everyone believed he would not survive. Even the chief healer said the silver blade had damaged his internal organs beyond repair.