LUCIAN
“This is too quiet” I mutter under my breath, “too damn quiet.”
Even with warriors murmuring near fires, with boots crunching leaves in the distance, everything seems awfully quiet to me. It's just too still, like the forest is holding its breath.
I sit in the dim flicker of the oil lantern, its scent sharp and metallic. We had flawless victory in the battle, no casualties. But my mind just won't rest. The warriors are all over the camp celebrating before we return to the pack, and I'm supposed to join them too. But I can't, because I know deep down, that this is far from over.
I eye the scroll on the table, remembering its haunting content, and the ugly stench of blood that stained it. My knuckles are still split, healing slowly. The screams of the rogues that I killed ech
