Selena stared at her sister, no longer really seeing her. “I’ve been having dreams since the Solstice. They’ve been getting stronger and stronger. I’m standing in a meadow I’ve never seen before, and there, in the center of it, the grass is greener, richer. Somehow, I float above it, and I can make out the shape of a stag. When I float back down, my bare feet touch that spot, and I feel the vibration of thousands of feet marching in step. I breathe in and choke on the stench of blood and death. I walk a little ways away and drink from a pool of clear water—and gag on the thick taste of gore that chokes the stream that feeds the pool. And I hear a heartbeat, slow and big, and I know that the woods has come alive. It hears. It sees. And it’s coming toward the Mother’s Hills. Then I’m surrounded by moonlight, filled with moonlight, and I know I can’t stop whatever is in the woods from coming here, can’t change its coming. But I can become strong enough to meet it.”

Rhyann tipped her head to one side. “What happens then?”

“What?”

“In the dream. What happens?”

“I—” Selena pressed her lips together. Two shadow hound bitches racing through moon-bathed woods, racing toward a common enemy—a shadowy male figure standing in the center of a high, wide circle of female corpses. “I don’t remember.” She rubbed her hands over her face. Mother’s mercy, she was tired. “I have to go, Rhyann. Succeed or fail, I have to try. This power inside me won’t let me be unless I try.”

“I’m going with you.”

Selena let her hands fall into her lap. “No, you are not. I’ve already had this discussion with Father. I don’t need an escort. It’s better if I go alone.”

“It’s better if we travel together for a while. Father won’t worry as much.”

A chill ran through her, making her voice sharp. “What are you talking about? You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’ve reached my majority,” Rhyann replied, equally sharp. “I can do whatever I want without asking anyone’s permission.” She sighed. “If we’re willing to believe that the Bard cares for more than the Fae, isn’t it possible that the Lady of Dreams also cares?”

“What do my dreams have to do with your leaving?” Rhyann couldn’t leave. She couldn’t. Father was simply going to have to do something about it. He’d always been the more successful parent when it came to dealing with Rhyann.