Alaric’s POV
The snow hadn’t fallen yet, but I could feel it in the wind.
It carried that aching bite in the air, the kind that cut through your coat and into your bones if you stood still too long. I stood still anyway. Because sometimes, pain reminded you that you were alive.
It's been a couple of days since the incident and things are still not leveled, but I will find the person who did it. Who tried to kill my wife?
I stared down at the charred edge of the old wooden post.
It was the only thing left of the original watchtower that was always here. The one my father built with his own hands. The one that used to mark the edge of the highland woods before the fire swallowed it. . .and them.
This was the place I last saw my parents.
Elaria stood a few feet behind me, her breath fo
