Who the fuck are you?
The cold night air hit me as soon as I stepped out of the fortress, carrying with it the acrid scent of blood and decay.
The fortress was behind me now, a crumbling monument to the battle that had raged within its walls. But there was no time to linger, no time to dwell on what had already happened. My mind was singularly focused on one thing finding Aeliana.
I paused just outside the fortress, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to catch any trace of her scent. The air was thick with the lingering stench of demonic energy, but beneath it, faint and almost elusive, was the scent of Aeliana's blood. My heart clenched in my chest. She was hurt, maybe badly.
I cursed under my breath, the sharp taste of fear mingling with my anger. But if there was one thing I knew how to do, it was how to track someone. Especially someone like Aeliana.