BRAN
When Corey left the house last night and didn’t return, Bran knew that there was something wrong.
He’d held the feeling off for as long as he could but the longer Corey didn’t return, the more intense the feeling got. Bran wouldn’t even have felt as uneasy as he did if the man had simply sent a message telling him that he was going to be back late.
It wasn’t like Corey to just disappear without letting him know beforehand.
That feeling of uneasiness increased when one of Bran’s men who had left with him that night came into the house, terribly injured and missing an arm, his eyes darting around in fear.
“What happened to you?” Bran asked, shooting up from the couch he’d been sitting on.
The man’s voice shook as he spoke, “Men… they attacked us… have master.”
Con
