CHAPTER 23—A Luna in All but Name
Clara
Grief clings to borderlands differently, it hits and lingers like smoke after something has already burned. They're mostly forgotten because they are literally on the outskirts, the least on the priority scale and at this point they're used to the neglect.
After the attack by the rogue wolves, frustration hit next because they didn't get the support and relief they so needed from the pack and it was the perfect opportunity for me to show my worth.
I sensed the grief before we even reached the outer settlements, the smell of tears and the sight of old blood poorly washed from wooden porches. The further we rode from the heart of Silvermoon, the quieter the world became. Less laughter, fewer children playing between houses and more doors shut durin
