I sat on a fallen log at the edge of town, waiting for the Norwind survivors.

Soren and his men had gathered some supplies. Mostly water and a little food. I knew Soren wanted to have some food for me and the baby, but once we got moving, they’d be hunting for their meals.

“Mila, it’s time to get going,” Soren said, reaching a hand out to me to help me up.

Sighing, I took his hand and he pulled me up.

“What’s wrong?” ...