A Warrior's Mark

It had been well over two months since I started my training.

A few weeks ago, I was nudged awake in the middle of the night by Yuno. My heart had nearly hopped out of my throat when Yuno materialized into view, her pearl-white skin made almost blue by the moonlight.

I'd bit back a yelp and hissed. "What in the goddess' name do you want in the dead of the night?"

She had tossed a cloak to my lap. "Sorry to ruin your beauty sleep, young lady. But I brought more refugees and about fifty of them are infected by Nightshade's miasma. You promised me you'd help."

"You don't need to remind me, Yuno." Clasping the cloak over my shoulders, I had asked, "What about Althea? We can't open up their bodies without her."

"I sent Lucius to fetch the Bloodshredder. They may have arrived at the camp by now."

She had opened the servants' door that led to my quarters, making me scrunch my brows in question. "Can't we just go out through the main door?"