"Davion?" A voice called out. Davion jumped up and spun the dagger in his hand, readying himself to attack but the moment his eyes met with strawberry red eyes he dropped his dagger. "Greta." He sighed as he bent down and picked up his weapon. "They've drafted Brynmor." She said as she started to fall forward.
Davion rushed to catch his wife but she was unconscious. He looked at her carefully and spotted the letter clutched in her hand. He gritted his teeth and scooped up his wife. He quickly rushed over to Donte's house, it was early in the morning and the clinic was not opened yet.
