The Cost of Salvation

"What are you saying?" Sybil asked, her tear-filled eyes widening in disbelief as Valera continued to hold her tightly.

The sounds of battle were fading.

Instead, the thunder of approaching paws echoed across the battlefield. Obsidian Roar warriors. Zevran. The royal guards. They were coming. Valera could already recognize Garmr's warriors by their scents. There wasn't much time.

She tightened her