We rushed into the room without a moment of hesitation, weapons drawn, ready to fight. At least twenty guards were still in the room, meaning Arion was right about there being more up on the higher level when Wren was in the room. For a moment I didn’t see the guards, or the fact that they turned around in surprise. Distantly I could hear their clatter of weapons as they pulled them out, even as they muttered confusingly as to why Niamh was with us. All I really saw was Ashe and Emma. She had her hands over her ears, tears rolling down her cheeks as she curled into a small ball against the side of the large circular cage, the dome on top covered now. All around the bars was a faint crackle of purple magic, most likely to keep whatever beast the prisoner turned into inside the bars until it
