Emily's POV
Perrin was his name.
Twenty-two years old. One of the newer warriors in the rotation of Aldric, who joined Ironclaw four years earlier, was a boy who had fallen apart in his family pack in one of the outer settlements. Mia had once mentioned to me, quite by chance, and that sort of thing doesn't appear at the time, but when it occurs, it all comes together.
He was alive.
The thing I hung on through the three hours, during which it was also true that Mia was engaged in her healing quarters and the rest of the keep was busy with its own maiming. Three of us were found dead on our ground. The other four of us were wounded. Perrin worst of the four, which was the sentence I continually turned over, as there was no good version of it.
Alive. He was alive.
I sat o
