We stormed Crow's Nest castle after we had seen the black shadows gather overhead. That meant the crows had started feasting on the dead bodies inside. We hoped to find a weak, hungry and tired enemy ready to surrender at the sight of our spears. But the savages had not only survived, they had thrived during the siege. It was not the crows, but the savages that had feasted on the citizens of this stolen city, and the birds had only shared in that Devil's feast. Like wolves with snouts drenched in blood, they came at us, hungry for more human flesh, hungry to rip apart the honor and the history and the sanctity of our land. I was there that day. And it is a day I do not wish to remember.Read my book here: www.wolfofnull.com