Born of Blood and Ash

“I love you, too,” I whispered, stepping back as lightning erupted from the dark clouds overhead.

As gold-and-silver mist rose around me, Attes turned back to his brother. The last thing I heard before I appeared on the Rise was Attes screaming, and he sounded just as I had when I found my family impaled to the walls of Wayfair. His scream was that of a wild, broken animal full of sorrow and rage.