One month ago
The forest had been too quiet. No birds, no insects. Just the smoke from their fires, curling up through the canopy, heavy with the stench of blood.
We have finally found the last of them by the edge of the river. Ragged. Starving. Yet, when I saw their leader, he didn't look broken. Naked, with only a piece of loincloth hanging over his loins, looking like he had been waiting for me.
Gone were their vengeance towards Angelo. They were all directed to me now, the prince who had brought one of their most powerful tribes to ruin. They knew I could wipe them out completely with my bare hands. Not that I would, anymore. Not now when I had more to lose. It took awhile for me to come back, and I won't put Rosie at risk, especially in her condition.
It didn't take much to get him on his knees, now that most of his tribe were gone. Some were eaten, some starved to death. I didn't want to think much about that, as I pressed my knife to his throat, and he smiled.
