Chapter 33: Resistance
The voices faded in the background as I entered the thickening forest. The fresh evening air barely whispered through the needles overhead. A meditative sound. I was aimless and lost in thought as I padded softly among the trees. It was not yet so dark that my draconic eyes could not see clearly as I went.
The sound of my breaths stood out in the stillness, footfalls like echoing drumbeats. I wished I could just be angry. I wished everything could be simple, black and white. Like it was for Ares.
Every attachment he had to his old life as a human had long since burned away. He could be cold-blooded and without conscience; I had seen as much. Any tenderness that lay deep beneath the surface was solely for dragonkind. I had felt it, and Ferenor had too.
I grit my teeth in frustration. Was there any way to stand on both sides? Ares had told me before that letting go would just make things easier. That seemed such a long time ago. His scor