He had lived only to spite the hag. Not for the woman he’d intended to take as his wife. Not for a son he didn’t know he had. Not for the wise nor the fate they preached. Not for a clan that thought him dead. Not for hope and not even expecting a chance at vengeance.

No, for twenty years he’d survived his losses and his worst nightmares for no other reason than to spite the hated traitor that had robbed him of his life and freedom. With nothing but rage to sustain him.

So now what was left him?