Naelis stared at Marek, her mind racing to process the words that had just left his mouth.
The idea that someone from Frostpine was orchestrating an internal slaughter was too horrifying to comprehend.
"What do you mean by that?" Naelis whispered with a deep frown, her voice filled with horror. "The rogues who attacked... They were ruthless and killed people without batting an eyelid. Why would anyone in Frostpine do that?"
Marek’s expression remained grim as he shifted her weight in his arms, continuing his steady pace through the darkening woods.
The other rogues flanked them on both sides like shadows, their eyes scanning the trees for any sign of those purple-eyed abominations returning.
"Power is a hungry beast," Marek said, his voice low and raspy. "Those rogues that attacked
