The pure evil I felt from the voice was palpable, and I could sense the unstoppable power of it, as if I were a sailboat and it was the threat of a storm. There was no hiding from it. All of this—the fight, the army, the breaking into the great hall… it was pure child’s play compared to the potential horror that could be on the horizon. My choices were to face it or let it take me. The decision was easy, spurred on by the strands of my connections with the males who throbbed with rage and worry. I couldn’t let them be the only ones fighting for me. I had to fight for myself.
