Issahil

The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, casting hues of orange, gold and brick-red on the sky, as well as a warm glow over the clearing in the forests.

The siege had officially come to an end and the human mob had long dispersed, save for the few that stayed back, volunteering to help us move the babies to their respective families. 

Among those that had stayed to help were my friends, Nica, Freya and Carlos, Carlos’ friend Bruce, whom he’d introduced to me. And then, Keisha and her father.

The guardian wolves, save for Caleb, had left, taking the emperor to the prison in their fortress. They...