PernCraft

Mellita shuddered as the freezing air crept through the cracks in the wood of the wher-pulled wagon she and two other Singers were trapped in. She was the only one over twenty; the other two were still girls, and had only just begun to show the signs when the Lord Holder's guard snatched them up. She could still taste the blood from where one of them tried to remove her tongue, just before a force of wherhandlers with tattoos supported by Spells raided the camp and slaughtered the guard in order to take all of the Singers they had held captive. The Wher Lords, she had heard the older women call them before they were separated into groups ba