Zoran

The forest smelled of damp earth and secrets. The moon was thin and pale, a watchful eye peering through jagged branches. I stood waiting, cloak heavy on my shoulders, the handle of my blade warm in my palm. Waiting was never my strength, but tonight… tonight was worth it.

Because tonight I would take the first step toward reclaiming what had been stolen from me.

I heard the crunch of boots on soil before I saw him. The Gamma appeared like a shadow pulled from the dark,broad ...