The Hunt for the Mad Wolf's Daughter by Diane Magras

Author:Diane Magras
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Published: 2019-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

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Something warm, soft, and itchy rubbed against Drest’s face. She shook her head, and sat up. Her mouth tasted of feathers.

Caa!

A glossy black crow hopped back, out of the juniper branches, and cocked its head to glare at Drest.

“Mordag?” Drest crawled free and soon was inches from the crow.

Caa.

Right to her face.

Drest called into the tangle, “Emerick? Look, it’s Mordag!”

He dragged himself out with more speed that she had expected a wounded man could manage.

“Mordag.” Emerick reached out a shaking hand toward the bird. “Is it really you? God bless you if it is. Where’s your lad? Where’s Tig?”

The crow let out a croak, then flapped hard and was in the air and next on a branch above their heads, a solid black shape against the rising sun.

“Show us,” Drest said. “Will you do that, lass? Show us Tig.”

“Don’t do anything rash,” Emerick warned.

Mordag hopped to another branch, then another, and then was flitting between the trees.

Drest crept with her habitual silence after the crow, steadying Emerick when he stumbled, never letting go of his hand.

Mordag flapped ahead, out of sight, and gave a sharp call.

Drest pulled up short. “That’s the call for enemies,” she whispered. “They must be straight ahead.”

“Don’t rush in.” Emerick squeezed her hand. “Don’t—just don’t, please.”

“Nay, I won’t, but if Tig’s there and needs my help—”

A voice cut through her next word—a man’s voice, rich and low.

“What do you think that means?”

It was a castle voice, one that Drest had never heard.

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