Lucian
We made our way to the field hospital—tents hastily set up to treat injured soldiers and Driftwake residents. Medics moved quickly, working by lantern light. Someone handed us fresh shorts, and I pulled mine on gratefully. I was done being naked and blood-soaked.
All I wanted now was to get back to the city.
I watched as a medic patched up my father’s side. He winced here and there but couldn’t stop smiling. Not because of our victory—but because of Mara.
Her curfew order had been the turning point.
If those reinforcements had joined the battle, we would’ve been overrun. We had no backup coming, and they knew it. But Mara had cut off the enemy’s reach without even stepping onto the battlefield.
Because of her, we might survive long enough to learn who’s behind these attacks—an
