“But all feel fear, both the coward and the hero, and all those in between,” Farrell said. “Aye. It’s what we do about it that counts,” Dath muttered. “And what are we going to do about it?” Coralen asked, though Corban already knew the answer. “We’re going to fight,” he said. A stillness as they squeezed each other’s hands and found their courage in that silent place. “We all ready, then?” Brina asked. “Not quite,” Corban said. “Storm,” he called, and the wolven emerged from the gloom. “Time for you to get dressed.”