Naomi POV
Just as she thought, the trees here in Brighmere Grove looked different than in shifter territory!
Naomi slipped through a line of copper beech trees, avoiding the branches and trying not to get smacked in the face. She’d heard that every tree in the wood elf groves protected the other trees. Ransome Hemming, Azandra’s father, and Kyon seemed to think so.
The Crestas were so nice. So loving. Such a tight-knit clan, and now she was part of it because of Cyran, and her parents were too. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why Hades despised them so. Had he taken up the Crimsontails’ old grudge? Or was it just that he resented their power? It wasn’t rational, that was for sure.
Jiro had stood up for Cyran before the council. Her mother Cortona had been full of the news before Naomi crossed the border.
“I only wish you had been there,” Cortona said to her.
“I know. Was it terrible?”