Chapter Seventeen

Nora

     Reaching the outer edges of the city Flavius points to a little brown, and white cottage sitting all by its lonesome near the outskirts of the city.

    "That there is the commander's home,” he tells me.

    As we get closer the faint smell of blood fills my nose. I stop and sniff the air, taking in the scent. Panic squirms in my stomach when I confirm what I am smelling.

Something is wrong!

Without a moment to lose I take off sprinting to the commander's cottage. I force the door open forcefully causing it to bang against the wall. Looking in I note that the front room has been completely wrecked, there is blood splattered all over the floor and walls, and a man's severed hand is lying limp on the floor through the threshold of the cottage.

    I turn away from the sight, the metallic smell of blood bothering my sharp senses. I place my hand over my nose to try and block the overwhelming smell. Flavius, noticing my reaction, races up to me, concern evident in his