He felt the ice fused to his beard and the strands of his hair, but he had grown used to this, as he had to all the aspects of his animal existence over the last several weeks journeying from Germania to Dacia.
Gaius’ eyes watched carefully as a column of Dacian soldiers marched in single file through the deep snow. They held two prisoners whom they dragged in iron collars and chains. Gaius strained to see who they were, but they were hidden by their torn garments and the shuffling amble with which they moved.
It’s not Daxos… he told himself.
Ever since the Carpathian lord had taken Daxos with his dark magic in Germania, during their battle with the lykoi, Gaius had searched every band of barbarians for the captive boy, torturing and killing numerous enemy warriors without getting any n
