Richard’s POV
I hadn’t wrapped my head around the death of the rogue prisoner, when another attack occurred, exactly three days after the first one.
"Richard! We need you!"
I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a young warrior, his face pale with fear.
"What's wrong?" I demanded, grabbing him by the shoulders.
"Attack!" he gasped. "They took some of the teenagers from the newest training group!"
My breath hitched in my throat. Not again. These attacks were getting bolder, more brazen.
Teenagers?
This wasn't a random raid – this was a targeted attack. A sickening feeling of dread washed over me. These weren't hardened warriors, these were still kids – scared, defenseless children.
If they were angry at me for not being there, shouldn’t they be attacking me instead?
I reca
