“The Last Word”

Elvira

The wind carried a bitter chill as I stepped onto the ridge overlooking Felen’s hidden camp. Twilight had stretched its fingers across the sky, painting the clouds in purples and deep indigos, and I couldn’t help but shiver, not from cold, but from the weight of what I was about to do. Every heartbeat drummed a warning, but it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. The reckoning had come.

I had tracked her here after ...