*Wren*

“What happened?” Amaya asked, her voice full of fear as she frantically packed her sleep sack. “What was that?”

I didn’t want to alarm her but she was right, she had every right to know. I took a deep breath. “It was a rogue,” I said gruffly as I threw on a new outfit. I wrapped my wounded arm in the scraps of my old shirt, careful to not let Amaya see my injury.

I smiled to myself, ignoring the pain in my ...