The Fractured Glass
Copyright© 2024 by Sienna Rose
Chapter 5
The village was a complete disaster. No one had survived the explosion, nor had the grasslands even been remotely prepared to battle the fire. It was named Ashland, though the whispers kept saying Deadland.
Skal snorted, his tiger now a gray color from all the debris around him. He knew Korynn and Tjorvi were going, but he never believed they’d walk into a trap. Shifters were made of strong stuff, but an explosion was pushing that limit. Why would the village be stockpiling explosives? Trading for women perhaps and someone just set it off.
He could have sworn he had seen them escape the blast, but then their trail went cold. The ash and fire cloaked even the smallest scents leaving him standing paw deep in burned grass and death.
Where are you Korynn? His tiger insisted they were both alive, though no one could have survived that destruction. He saw and felt it, was even knocked off his feet by it.
“Brother!” Skal flinched at the mental barrage, though who would come out here into this after him was a mystery. But to be able to talk to him? No one could do that except his parents and his future mate.