Chapter 11
ERIK
Eerie silence hung in the air around us.
The burnt-out shell of the town was utterly still. The blackened ruins of hollowed-out buildings were all that remained, some standing, most of them lying in piles of still-smoldering ash.
Thin, wispy trails of smoke were all that remained.
Most of the raiders were dead. The ones that survived had fled back toward the mountains.
Hopefully the raiders had gotten the message.
The northern clan is protected. The people will not pay for the old king’s mistakes.
Damon surveyed the destruction with empty eyes. I could tell that he was thinking of the long road ahead. He would have to rebuild his kingdom from the ground up, repairing and restoring what had been lost.
Stavrok, Marienne, and I stood opposite him.
Out of the three of
