Friedrich's POV
We had found nothing more on the rogues. Absolutely nothing at all. Their tracks disappeared in the frozen stream, as if the earth just swallowed them whole.
It gnawed at me, this frustration to turn back while the enemy was still out there, un checked and emboldened. But then again, Bertha and her pack needed to mourn.
Rose deserved more than a hurried burial. My father agreed to grant them a day's respite. For my own part, I could not see why we had any further use for them, although I suppose their loss will only strengthen their resolve to fight the rogues. They would be fighting for themselves, rather than for us. And perhaps that is as it should be.
I push those thoughts aside, standing at the edge of the training ground. The trial resumes; this time it's mine to
