Behind him stepped Ironshade, a warrior in his thirties with shoulders as broad as an ox's. The massive greatsword strapped to his back seemed almost lightweight in his presence. His face, scarred from countless battles, broke into a rare smile at the sight of Angelina.
Last emerged Bruna, moving with the fluid grace that betrayed her dual nature. Her amber eyes scanned the surroundings cautiously, nostrils flaring slightly as she took in the scents.
The werewolf's dark hair was tied back in a practical braid, and though she appeared fully human at the moment, there was something unmistakably wild about her presence.
"Angelina, are you okay?" Eradarin was relieved to see her.
Angelina then said, "How did you know we came?"
Eradarin replied, looking at them, "I placed a charm to let me know if anyone entered the house."
Angelina narrowed her eyes. "You placed a charm in my house, old man; that's not something to be appreciated."
