Chapter 61: Bowed by The Alpha
The forest was shrouded in darkness, with only the faint glimmer of stars and the moon’s soft glow to light the way.
The leaves rustled softly in the cool night breeze, creating an eerie whispering sound that seemed to echo through the trees.
The entourage had settled down near a stream. Following the incident of the wolves’ attack, the commander ordered his men to descend the alternative path to the valley.
As the night wore on, the campfire flickered dimly in the darkness. The sound of wood crackling and popping filled the night’s air.
The knights gathered around the blazing flames, their features obscured by the dancing shadows.
Among them sat Rafe, the only one who got hurt in the aftermath, his head swathed in bandages.
The healer closed his eyes as he sought warmth from the campfire. He then asked Ayden for a drink of water.
"Here, take mine."
Eric, who sat next to him, handed him his waterskin. Rafe promptly took it, opened the lid, and poured the contents into his mouth, quenching his thirst.
"How’s your head so far? That was quite a blow you took," said the knight with genuine concern.
Despite their constant quarrelling, it was clear to all within the knighthood that they shared a close bond.