AcaliX

    The den didn’t let in much light, with its narrow entrance and long tunnel, but Seren didn’t care. He didn’t care that his coat was half-caked with mud, or that he hadn’t eaten in three days. Three days was how long it had been since Brielle had died in that blizzard; three days since his heart was shattered into tiny pieces. Everybody wondered what was wrong with him, and he didn’t care about that either, but none of them seemed to be at all torn by the loss. That bothered him a lot, but what bothered him most is that it was his fault that she had died.  If he hadn’t let her go alone, or go at all, he