Chapter 103

The mountain air was cold, and the smell of grass and mud had made Asher forget almost everything and everyone he knew.

A part of him loved this new life, this peace, this serenity, but another part wanted his kingdom back—he wanted Rogue Island back.

For two weeks, he had hidden in a small farming village hidden in the mountain peaks. It was a small cluster of stone huts and pig pens where the people lived simple lives, undisturbed by the wars of moonclaws and rogues.

His wounds, deep wounds from Keira’s wolf, had begun to decay at first, but now they had begun to heal better.

At first, the villagers had been wary but after a while, they were kind and had taken him in, their village healer had worked tirelessly to draw out the poison.

Asher sighed as he watched the morning sun break through the mist.

He stood at the village’s edge, his body was healed now, and his will had hardened, he was going to get his kingdom back.

He knelt beside the village headwoman, Patia, a short woman w