It took a moment to spot the scar carving a swath along his chest. Silvanus. My breath lodged in my throat. Whatever looked out from Sil’s eyes wasn’t familiar. Hatred and madness burned bright. His gaze narrowed on me, nostrils flaring. No hint of recognition flickered in his eyes. Only a ravenous fury, aimed directly at me. I mourned my old friend, the little hatchling who growled even when nudging his head against me, quietly asking to be petted.
