The Wolf's Call (Book 1)
Kael, Roman, the generals and a few handpicked elite fighters are already settled comfortably around the crackling, brightly blazing flames.
The night air is brutal and uncompromising, sharp enough to genuinely hurt my nose, but the mood around the immediate fire is surprisingly... easy.
Lighter, more relaxed, and infinitely less tense than usual. Four days of forced, grueling march on the road will either entirely break people down or make them go a little bit wonderfully feral, and apparently, tonight everyone collectively opted for the feral-but-happy and slightly intoxicated route.
I’m just lowering myself onto a rough-hewn stump beside Zeke when Kael lifts a languid hand across the fire
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