©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 48: Bloodlines and Blades
Next chapter:
Chapter 50: The City of Mirrors
PREVIEW
... di clan.
It was a rare night. One without war drums, without hunting cries, without the stench of human blood on the wind. The orc camp pulsed with quiet, peaceful life. Fires burned low as the chieftain, Grukk Ironjaw, sat cross-legged outside his hut, cradling something far more fragile than any axe or blade.
A child. His newborn son.
The boy was small — his skin pale green, eyes barely open — and for the first time in many winters, Grukk felt something other than hunge ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE