Chapter 34. Heartless

KEILEN

The cold breeze whipping against my face and sifting through my hair is something I’ve missed for a long while. The feeling of flying, being invincible, being free.

She likes it as well. I named her Varga after the fifth god of men. I still chuckle at what I expect would be the look on Father’s face when he sees I’ve bonded and named her after the goddess of destruction. It used to be a pastime, pissing off the elders of the pack. It got boring eventually; most of them have died off anyway. Now riding and exploring, it had its thrills. Especially when it has to do with secrets.

Varga doesn’t follow the forest paths. She weaves through the trees and speeds like an arrow, or faster, following my directions. I’m going by partial memory, and I hope I’ll recall where it was. My eyes stream with tears that the wind digs out, but I can see clearly; I can see the jagged peaks of the Forsaken Fortress rise above the trees.

She suddenly pulls to a stop when we c