Morwenna's POV
Lightning split the sky as I stood at the edge of the battlefield, blood drying on my skin, blade still humming from the last kill. The world had gone unnaturally still, like even the wind was afraid to breathe. My boots sank into ash where grass used to be, and the scent of scorched fur lingered in the air like a curse whispered too loud.
Leofric had been taken. Not by chains. Not by blades. But by something worse—the mark that now crawled over his body like living fire, burning brighter each time he fought it. And I had left him behind. I told myself it was to lead the army, to draw the enemy away. But the truth sat like lead in my gut.
I was afraid.
Afraid he would look at me and see not the woman he fought beside, but the weapon that broke him.
Sabine moved beside m
