~Marek
The cold wind bit against my skin as the first light of dawn pushed through the fog.
The world felt muted…gray air, whispering trees, and the crunch of boots behind me.
We’d left before the sun had even started climbing, hoping the Bloodfang scouts wouldn’t notice our presence at the border.
The Moonstone Ground lay just ahead…silent and still, as though the earth itself was holding its breath.
“Do you ever get tired of these morning runs?” Malakai Cassius muttered beside me, his voice gruff, cloaked in mist. “if we end up finding nothing here today, I swear I'll…”
“Keep your swearing for something useful,” I cut in. “We’re not here for sightseeing.”
He grunted, irritated.
Behind us, three Ashenhowl warriors followed closely, weapons strapped to their sides, eyes scanning
