“Pick up the pace, Dior. I want to finish patrolling our border before the sun sets.”

Fraeya eyed the newest member of the Wataki Soma tribe’s patrol unit. Ever since Trivana, her mentor, died years ago at the hands of the now-banished tribesman, it became her responsibility to lead the newest members on their first deployment outside of the town.

She stood tall for a wood elf with a lean, fit body from years of training and combat experience against the local wildlife.

Beluar, a seasoned warrior joined the team. As Chiyan's only son, he took every opportunity to search for the outcast and exact his revenge. Beluar never admitted it, but most of us knew better.

They walked into a clearing splattered with blood. One wolf lay dead.

Fraeya held up her hand and halted...

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