Tristan's rough hands gripped his scruff, dragging him across the floor. Quilli bodily heaved Ravenna at Tristan, and the man caught her by the choke collar. Her yip turned into a gurgle as the collar dug into her throat. Tristan hauled both daugments out of the room and into the hall.

It was filled with carnage. A massacre. So many of the Canuum who had stayed behind had spilled their blood on that floor, on those walls. They'd spilled the blood of Tristan's people, ...