Chapter Twenty-Four
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ObsidianI had witnessed first-hand the s*******r of both the orcas and Nordic species; they were equally matched. When the battle that rages is for your life these things have a way of evening themselves out. Experience had taught me as much. A mother defending her child is more tenacious an opponent than any battle-hardened war veteran, a fact I observed many times over during my days of reckless rampaging. The children may have been older than me, their parents immensely, but that instinct was there. I had done many bad things in the name of my parents, none more so than those. And there it was, no matter what situation I found myself in, my thoughts always returned to life before my parents' death. The realisation that others had manipulated them as much as I l
