Ravensblood Forest turmoil & tinfoil

The joke hit too close for home, and Hex winced slightly, thinking of poor Dreven's ultimate demise. He sucked in a breath and nodded, though, and his ears cupped forward as the man offered him shelter here.

Thanks, Hex replied. I won't leave you without something in return. I've got nowhere to go—maybe I'll stay a while, and help you out.

What else was there left to do? Everyone was gone. He could turn tail-tucked toward his father's territory at Swiftcurrent Creek, but honestly, he'd rather die.

This seemed like the best case scenario, at least for now.