Zara

“Stop this or he dies.” the Kukukan threatens, holding Luther with a sword to his throat.

My steps falter as I pull out my hands from soneone’s gut. The colour drains from my face as I think of what might happen if we don't act well.

Is he really going to kill his only true relative?

If he killed his own daughter surely he could kill my brother. Tears gather in my eyes.

This couldn't be happening, I just found him, I can’t lose him now.

He is nice, way nicer than my father ever was, and I like him a lot.

I obey the weasel called my grandfather....