A mixture of emotions coursed through Astrea. The Firstborn island was hardly a place she could call home after everything that was done to her, but she still grew up on it and knew pretty much everyone who lived there.
“What do you mean, destroyed?” Joran said through gritted teeth as Astrea's eyes went back to the fire wolf on the horizon. Surely Fenrir wouldn’t — Some of them were just kids.
“It’s — b-burned to the ground,” Dominica stuttered. “Most of our best warriors were on missions. It was just me, a few guards, and the trainees. The battle was very short. In the end, they gave us a boat and took the kids on a different one.”
“What?” The Teacher clenched his phone so hard the expensive glass cracked, and he swore under his breath.
“They burned down every building on the island,
