Chapter 37: The Song Of The Drach

I hovered over Max as Lula and Phon did their thing, not knowing if he was hurt or just tired or what. They firmly kept me outside their little packet of shielding as they quietly went about the work they were so good at while I paced and fumed and worried.

Mabel and three other drach rested in different rooms down this same hall, all brought here gently and with reverence by the witches of my family and those we'd rescued. They knew who the drach were, clearly, and from the anxiety and true compassion on their faces understood what role the mighty first race played in their safety and how grateful they were for that protection, even through their own pain and suffering.

There was hope for witches. I was sure of it now.