Waiting for Blood

Bastian's P.O.V.

The young warrior next to me flinched when I let out a noise of impatience. My beast was twice his size and was covered in scars, while he was small, dainty, and void of battle wounds. That would change soon, but first, he needed to get a thicker skin and not be so jumpy.

He wasn't wrong to be wary around me. My intentions for signing up for border patrol weren't good. Specifica