THORNE POINT OF VIEW

The night at Shadowfang felt longer than any night I had ever known.

Not because of the cold, though the wind cut sharply through the torn tents and broken structures that once formed the heart of the pack. And not because of the exhaustion that tugged at my body after traveling for hours through the forest.

It felt long because every moment forced me to watch the suffering of my own people while pretending to be nothing more than a passing traveler.

I had chosen to ...