Estrella

The sun dipped low behind the dense forest as I rode at the front of my army, the thunder of hooves and boots striking the earth like war drums behind me.

The road to Mallory had never seemed shorter, yet it had taken me weeks to reach this point. Every mile was a reckoning. Every heartbeat, a prelude to vengeance.

I had waited long enough.

The letter in my saddlebag had been crumpled from how tightly I’d gripped it since the moment it arrived.

My fingers still itched ...