g my wits, the knowledge from th

ility to read and write complex documents helped their aging leader

er of grudging respect,

"attacked" by men from this rival

y poisoned, deli

action' s compound. The pain in my healin

abandoned hunter' s sha

him, forced water and

t know who I was. He pawed at me, call

t wasn' t love. It wasn' t even reco

ken, as he fell

k before I was d

action, but they knew.

ed me to t

ommunicating with the enemy," they bra

seared into my flesh. The pain wa

the insights into their leadership and weaknesses, I h

on, his loyalists, to fi

ited" under Ethan

y, we could leave. We

ent man when I was fin

no longer held any warm

forced miscarriage, the burning Sickness spr

ly warm in my h

painful, weeping sores. My

mother, a woman my pa

And sometimes, it can show you the way back if you're truly lost, when

folklore, a sentiment

was al

" of Havenwood. That had to be the trigger.

." I sobbed, the loss

cabin. He' d been "ce

It was probably for the best. An outsider

res on my face, the re

you' re hideous. Just like Daisy be

He made it sound li

the one thing he couldn't deny,

ce hoarse, "in the old hunter' s shack...

plit second. A flicker o

look on her face. Her own skin looked cle

sweet. "Ethan was with me that night. I nursed him back to he

on it, his re

he shouted, emboldened. "Trying to rep

"And that mark on your back... that 'H'. I h

clear. That I' d b

animal sound of p

me again, ha

How could you betray me

the old Ethan remained, that he might r

y hand suddenly