Mason
The rage was still pounding at my temples, but the sight before me slowly quieted the wolf raging inside.
We had set up a temporary camp at the edge of the village, far from the still smoldering ruins. Brown Stone warriors moved in silent patrols, yet their gazes kept drifting toward the tent erected at the center of camp.
Inside, gentleness and pain existed side by side.
Corin lay on her stomach on a bedding layered with thick blankets. Her back… even I had to steady myself at the sight, and I had witnessed the worst horrors of war. Her skin was red and blistered where she had held the burning beam. And yet she did not complain. She simply lay there, cheek resting on her forearm, a strange serenity in her eyes that I could not comprehend.
A bowl of cool herbal salve sat beside
