Davies’ POV

I never realized silence could feel this loud.

The battlefield had already been cleared, the scent of burned magic and spilled blood fading into the chill of the late evening air.

Wolves were tending to their wounded. The

dragons circling above had begun their slow descent back to their mountains.

While all these were going on, the last remnants of the Seekers were being dragged away in chains.

But none of that mattered. They were not compared to the weight in my chest nor was it compared to the small boy clutching my arm.

My son, my blood, my heir.

He was the only warmth cutting through the...