Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

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Donovan knew. That was enough for Finley. If they faced Derg’s attackers again then there would be hell to p—“I will kill her if I meet her again.”

This was the wolf who Donovan had found “lying in a puddle of his own tears.” Yet Derg stated his murderous intention as if commenting on the weather. Finley still didn’t entirely understand what Donovan saw in him, from that first impression, but there was clearly much, much more to this man than met the eye. Maybe time with the Saints could mold Derg back into the warrior he’d once been—if he wasn’t still formidable in his current state, lurking beneath melancholy and informality.

His intention was clear as the scars on his face. Finley could appreciate the resolution. She dipped her head, in some parts agreement and newfound respect. For now, he’d earned his peace.

“Understood,” she said. “I look forward to serving beside you.”

With that, she had nothing left to say. Never one for theatrical exits, Finley allowed that to serve as her farewell, and unless Derg prompted her further she’d part ways at the next turn of their path. He’d given her much to chew on.