I scanned the line until I spotted who I’d been looking for bringing up the back of our group. Gold eyes glinted in the sliver of sunlight shouldering its way through the storm. My brother Wrath, the general of war, was the only one who looked as thrilled as I was by the approaching sound. He was made for battle just as I was built for danger; a combination that made for poor decisions but great stories. Out here, where only monsters dwelled, ice dragons were the worst predators. Which meant they were the best opponents for us wicked Princes of Hell.
