Edon walked between them and the forest looking for danger while Vanima did the same facing the town. A dark-tipped arrow, fired from the forest, sailed straight for Elwin’s head. Edon jumped at the last second taking the projectile in the gut, knocking Elwin out of the way. Keerla pulled out her bow and returned fire, but the assailant had already disappeared. 

Elwin rushed to one of his most loyal friends and howled, "Edon!" but it was already too late. He hung his head low and forced the anger and grief down, then turned away, channeling the god’s energy from the necklace into the minds of his pack and the three elves.

Yes, Keerla. She asked me. 

Before Keerla and Beluar looked to the wolf and asked, “Elwin?”

Obviously. Now will you continue t...

Please subscribe to keep reading.