Chapter 170

• Dane
• The battle at the Silvermoon lasted at the end of the frontier where this battlefield was a charnel house, a bloody churned earth strewn with broken bodies and shattered blades at dawn's crimson light bathing this hellish carnage.
• Finn lunged with his brown wolf, massive and snarling; a blur of fur and fangs as I braced myself against his weight slamming me to the ground, causing my ribs to explode in pain at claws raking my side, tearing through my tunic, hot blood welling.