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             Eva stood outside of the tents and the healer’s cottage. It was grim. Several of the prisoners died over the evening. Not from their wounds, but from murder. Unlike the first attack, where the assassin killed themselves. The rest just disappeared into the night. Now they were watched by guards all the time.

             Eva’s skills weren’t needed right now and so she was getting some warranted time off. It was needed. She was tired and frustrated. No, not tired. She was on the verge of exhaustion. Damon was at the packhouse receiving a series of boxes containing the notes on weapons they owned or moved on to other packs for better protection. These were exotic weapons, and they enchanted many in one way or another. Specific to dealing with specific threats. Powerful and dangerous. Gods only knew what this group was looking for