The Ambush Alarm

Zarek

My heavy boots crush the loose gravel as I storm into the training compound. Dawn is just breaking, painting the sky a bruised purple, but the dark rage from last night still boils in my veins. Vaelia is breathing now. She is safe. But the bitter irony of her clinging helplessly to my bare chest for physical survival bites at my pride. She spent years ignorant of my very existence, and now