Chapter 8
“Cullenspire ahead, sire.”
The young guard’s announcement was met with a whoop of joy from Wren. Trystan glanced over in amusement as the young man dug his heels into his steed’s flanks and shot ahead of the rest of the party, anxious to make the top of the rise. Trystan ignored Avery’s headshake of disapproval for he understood Wren’s excitement. Cullenspire was his home. His mother and sister awaited him there. The smile on Trystan’s face grew bitter as he realized that no longer stood true for him. His father would never again await Trystan’s return, and Ri was more absent than not. Things had changed. He pushed the sadness and worry for his sister and Davi deep down. Wren at least deserved his happy homecoming.
Wren crested the rise but drew his horse up short and stared a
