The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

The tension between them remained, drawn out by the holding of her breath. Would he strike her? Would he spurn her? Raleska found his face unreadable— all she had ever seen for emotion in those pinegreen eyes was burning, rampant hate.

It all dissipated when he asked something as simple as her name. How could two wolves whose lives had been tied together not know each other’s names? It all seemed so dehumanizing, to stand several feet from your enemy — one of the most globally impactful individuals in her life — and realize she did not even know his name. Raleska’s shoulders sagged, and she answered in quiet turn. Raleska. You?