Milla looked at me with that expression. The expression I knew ment danger…. for Milla.
“We will avenge him, Gill. We will.” Milla said in a low and dangerous tone.
Milla’s rage was evident in her darkening eyes. Her hand wavered dangerously towards her curved dagger by her side.
“Please Milla.” I said
She silenced me with a swish of her hand.
“I will destroy him.” Milla snarled looking ahead. “And make him wish he was ner born. He will be destroyed once and for all.”
With a slight movement she left, limping away. I looked down. I had known Milla when she was a young girl at the edge of the forest near the sea. I missed Stoat as much as she, and it wasnt because we are the same race.
“Gill…..”, said a voice in my head.
I shook my head. That voice. Its been in my head for days. What does it want?