Chapter 72 Splinters In The Soul
- The morning air outside the packhouse was sharp and biting, like it sensed the tension in Mason’s blood. He stood near the edge of the training field, back to the trees, shoulders rigid. The wind tugged at his shirt, but he barely felt it.
- The echo of his own voice—"Don't touch me"—still rang in his ears. Mason clenched his jaw until it ached.
- “Brother.”