Nightstrider (Nightstrider, 1)

by Sophia Slade

Where do the dreams of dream beings go?”

Alaric stared into the basin of Wren’s soul, unafraid. “You want to die.” Wren slammed her teeth together. Her hands trembled at her sides. She rolled her fingers into fists to stifle it. “It’s what I deserve.”

“I won’t let him harm you or Saoirse.” Ila considered him, pensive. There was something behind his eyes, a steadfastness that had not been there the day they met in Wolfhelm. But in the end, it did not matter.

exit. “Pack an extra pair of socks. See you soon, right?”

“Would you have me face whoever kidnapped this Queen Ila unarmed?” “You’re capable regardless, I’m sure.” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She leveled an expectant look at Alaric. “Ready?”

purple save for their snowcapped peaks, which were powder blue.

Wren grunted, returning her gaze to the freshly unveiled landscape. The wind teased strands of hair from her braid and coaxed color into her cheeks. For a moment, Alaric thought he could see something behind her eyes, something too gentle for a nightmare. He blinked, and it disappeared.

She is still the enemy. Alaric tucked away the warning and tore off after Wren.

Ye but she hot

than she was accustomed to seeing in a ’mare. “That was when I met Luken.” “Who?” “A dreambreaker. He became a brother to me.” Alaric took a deep breath. “He separated me from my anchor and brought me to the rebellion. I never looked back.”

socks. “I implied it was stupid.” “You should feel right at home, then.”

Alaric gazed down at Wren in the pale morning light. With a blade in her hand, she was a symphony of power and grace. Now she just looked like a girl burdened with too much power. An immortal robbed of life.

“Bonehunter the baker,” Wren mused, tossing the remainder of the roll into the air and catching it. “Para Warwick would not approve.”

For a long moment, Wren was still. Then, slowly, as if she was approaching a flame, she took his hand.

I feel like im watching a kdrama lol

This was not Wren, Alaric realized with a jolt. This was Nightstrider.

Nightstrider was robed in gore. She tucked her wings with a wince, then used the back of her wrist to wipe the blood from her face. Her bottomless black eyes flashed to his. She smiled, lifting only one corner of her mouth. “Not bad for a baker.”

“No, thank the gods.” Wren spat at the floor. “I was sick of doing the things you were too much of a coward to do yourself.” The smirk sloughed off his face. Satisfaction knifed through Wren.