Axel
Kane sat with elbows on the table, warning, "The war is coming in about a month." I had offered him a shower and clean clothes. The six of us sat equally spaced around the table. Thick cigarette smoke filled the room, making it hard for my animalistic vision to see through.
"I feared this," I said, slamming the oak table in frustration, splitting it. "Mackenzie, Kaleness, gone. Any word from Dunmoor?" The fate of my allies was in my hands. Xavier's aggressive tactics surprised me. "Gone," Kane's blank look at the table chilled me. It took a lot to shake a warrior who'd been trained to silence. "They're all gone," I said, leaning back in my chair, running my hands through my hair, blaming myself for my carelessness. "Disaster, Axel. Dunmoor's churches and barns are ashes, with no sur
