Chapter ThreeFire! Fire!
The calls echoed against the stone walls of the castle.
Black Mountain was on fire.
Saras turned around to see where the screams were coming from, but he could
not see anything through the smoke.
What had happened?
Where was Gillian?
In his human form again, he looked down at himself. His clothes were
hanging off him in charred rags.
His skin was blackened by soot.
His hands…
He turned them over to inspect his palms.
The dimmed light could not obscure it. He knew exactly what he was looking
at. In fact, he could smell it.
Blood.
He had blood on his hands.
The screams grew fainter. Were people fleeing?
He ran to follow them, but then a memory—a flash—stopped him in his tracks.
His Gillian, lying in bed with her eyes closed. Flames l*****g at the
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