Warmage Silva Novels & Stories

"I'm not a coward, Mira! I'd rather be dead than have my wife used as a peace offering!" He turned toward the door, his jaw set in a grim line. "I'm going to find him. I'm going to end this." "Silas, stop!" I screamed, but he was already out the door. I ran after him, my bare feet hitting the gravel driveway, but I didn't have to go far. Standing at the edge of our property, right where the forest began its steep ascent, was Gage. He wasn't in his human form. He was a massive, hulking shadow of a man, his amber eyes glowing even in the daylight. He was leaning against a cedar tree, watching us with a bored, terrifying amusement.