Shadowwyn Moor relinquo

germanicus realized he hated wren. not for anything she had done, but for representing the opposite of the coldness that had settled like old frost over every surface of his heart.

her desperation. her adoration. her sorrow, all for silvertongue. and her face was burnt into his mind, his foreleg healing from the circlet of her teeth.

he wanted to be cruel, to tell wren the one she loved was dead.

he wanted to rail that like crowfeather, like ruenna, like fennec, she had chosen wrong. damn himself before her.

eyes emptied of all things shifted back to the young leader of kvarsheim. "goodbye, tauris." any other time he might have added his regards for gunnar and his blessed family, but what could the poison of his well-wishes add to their happy life?

if he was not stopped, germanicus would turn, heading back in the direction of the lowlands for what he hoped would be the final time.