Bound by Moonfire
Since then, Thorn had served as both shield and hammer, the one Hale set at his back when force was the only language to speak.
Behind him came Ysbet, smaller, moving light as a thought, her braid damp with mist. Hale had found her years ago near the borderlands, a wolf too quiet for a pack that valued noise, too precise for warriors who gloried in brute strength. Where Thorn broke things and Pike delighted in chaos, Ysbet specialized in what left no trace. She was his knife in the dark, and she carried the role with unnerving calm.
“She’s late,” Thorn said, voice barely sounding, gravel-rough from old battles.
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