KAEL
KAEL
We rode before the sun rose. The cold wind bit through my cloak, but I barely felt it. My fingers clenched the reins like I could strangle time itself. Holly’s blood was still in my veins, burning me from the inside. I didn’t need sleep or food. I only needed revenge.
The scouts had done well. We had a location —a loyalist encampment tucked between the cliffs of the Dagger Ravine. It was a brutal place with narrow passes, echoes that could carry a whisper for miles. Only fools and the desperate or those who believed no one could reach them, settled there.
We were going to prove them wrong.
The closer we rode, the darker I became. I no longer spoke or blinked, I became steel. The rogues felt it. Their hearts slowed, their footsteps quieted. We were wolves beneath the skin and
