Lyla
As the door closed behind Nanny, I sank back against the pillows, my mind racing despite how exhausted I felt.
I still couldn't believe that I'd been unconscious for five days. Nathan – Xander must have really wounded me. And in those five days, the attack on White Mountain happened. Did Ramsey run away from the fight?
Nanny hadn't mentioned that.
My mind replayed Xander's words from the fight: "I've gathered armies from every world... The packs won't stand a chance."
It seemed the war had already begun. And I'd been sleeping through the opening battles.
My hand drifted to the small table beside the bed, where someone had placed my father's letter. At least that hadn't been lost in our escape. To an ordinary eye, my father's words in the letters were simple, but to me, they held everything, including the solution to defeat the Dark One once and for all.
I was going to be the final death of the Dark One if I played my cards well.
