Music & Pain

Asher

My wolf tore through a halfling’s neck, its flesh and blood splattering across my snout. I looked around the battlefield, which was now littered with dismembered bodies, but Elijah was nowhere to be found.

I growled low, prowling around the corpses, searching for any sign of that bastard, but he was nowhere to be found.

“That was the last of them, my king,” General Jurgen said, coming to stand beside me. I nodded in response, still scanning the area. I watched my warriors prod each body, checking for survivors.

“Burn the bodies,” I ordered. The warriors bowed in acknowledgement and began stacking the corpses. Turning away, I focused my attention on the trees, listening intently for any sound beyond the battlefield. It didn’t make sense. Elijah wouldn’t have sacrificed so many of his halflings without a greater plan in motion.

It hit me then—I hadn’t heard from George since we parted ways. I hadn’t seen him either. I tried reaching him through the pack’s mind link, but there was