Across the makeshift road, more wolves snarled, chasing fleeing refugees. Draven looked towards the wolves. I knew he longed to go after them and stop their slaughter. But he would not willingly leave my side. Nor give up his chance of vengeance upon my sister.
Wow. After seeing you heal yourself, walking with you and killing your sister is more important than saving the lives of these defenseless civilians that are being attacked because of your kind’s dumb war, the fae kind… way to go Draven and author…
