Bloodpine Ridge lived up to its name.
The trees bled sap like old wounds, and the snow was painted red long before the battle began.
From the command bluff, Katherine could see the full scope: Varrick's grand army cresting the southern horizon, a dark tide of steel and fire.
Damian stood beside her, armor fitted tight, his face unreadable.
“They've brought everyone," she said.
“Mercenaries. Turncoat packs. Hired fangs."
“And monsters they made."
His jaw tightened. “We hold this line."
She nodded once. “I'll take the eastern flank. You command the front."
He hesitated.
Then touched her wrist.
“If we fall…"
“We won't."
He gave a small, broken smile. “I don't know how to exist if I can't hear your breath in my bones."
“Then listen for me."
She leaned in, brushed her lips agains
