“Willow are you alright?” her grandmother asked, noting her distracted stare. Willow turned her eyes on her.

“Yeah, sorry. I was lost in my thoughts,” she replied, shaking loose the thoughts from the other day. She hadn’t seen Garin since they met his family in the woods. She was still shaken by the hate and venom in his father’s eyes. She knew hunters were their enemy. She knew it in her bones, but she had foolishly thought that those days were past. The treaty had been ...