The image of Anana’s face twisted in her mind into something she wanted to see broken. Her thoughts churned so violently she could barely sit still; her mind was a nest of tangled fury. Staying in her quarters was impossible, she needed to clear her head before she tore the place apart.
She rose abruptly, snatching her weapons from their stand. Her movements were sharp and calculated. She opened the door to her chamber and stepped into the dim corridor.
She stepped out with a storm in her eyes and weapons strapped to her back. Her pace was quick, every step pounding the ground like it had personally offended her.
The young warrior's strides lengthened, her fury guiding her into the woods. She didn’t care that darkness draped the forest like a shroud, or that the towering trees loomed l
