A Torch, a Wolf, a Death
By McKayla Gates The ground beneath Yeomra slipped out from under her. Snow mixed with beaten soil slicked the roads surrounding the barracks. With each step, mud seeped between the gashes in her boots, cold finding its way deep into her flesh. The burlap sack the guards placed over her head sucked in with each breath and choked the air out of her. But the men dragging her toward Commander Otsana’s tent did not care Read more…