The bodies were found two days after the battle.
It was Flynn, one of the younger scouts, who two days after came across them while running the northern patrol line. He’d caught a whiff of blood and followed it off the main trail, past a half-frozen creek.
By the time his message reached me, Chris, and James, the scent had already drawn flies.
We found them sprawled in the frost, torn open in ways even a rogue wouldn’t bother with.
"It's Gordon and Tyreon. the traitors" Flynn said with a voice filled with sick. "Who'd do this?"
Their eyes still wide in shock, their throats shredded so deep I could see the bone.
But it wasn’t the gore that made Chris go still beside me.
Or the way James’s jaw tightened as his eyes scanned the prints in the snow.
It was the fact that the pawprints w
