‘Lane, go back to the Capital right now!’
Nyra’s voice was a jagged blade of fury within our bond. ‘I’ll rip her limbs off one by one, tear her fur completely apart, and make her scream herself to death!’
‘No, Nyra. We can’t go back now,’ I answered, forcing my mental voice to remain steady despite the suffocating weight in my chest. Going back to the Capital to hunt down Maris would mean completely abandoning the battlefield.
Right now, on this frozen ridge, every single soldier mattered. The Gorgon Pack had formally allied with the Valkirk Kingdom, which meant their combined warriors vastly outnumbered Prince Kaelen's current forces.
Leaving our posts now would only weaken the vanguard, directly leading to the deaths of more innocent soldiers.
If only Maris hadn't brutally tortured
