Chapter Four
Griff stretched his arm over his head as he ran a hand along the wound in his side. It ached when his skin stretched and pulled, but he’d had worse pain since coming to the prison realm.
Nearly a week ago, he’d almost died. Almost faced the fact he’d leave this world with few people to remember he’d ever been there at all. His brother, Lochlan, wouldn’t mourn a brother he couldn’t recall.
The woman he once called wife wouldn’t cry for him.
He stood in the center of their rudimentary village, watching his people going about their daily tasks. He wasn't sure when it happened, but the people of Fela were his family now.
A group of men and women walked along the dirt path through the village carrying buckets of water in each hand, water that would be boiled and made safe for
