The crime must be avenged. As the chief warrior for her people, the job fell to Nanoi.
During the night, all of the children in their treetop domain had been whisked away. Though she suspected the criminal, there must be no doubt.
If it was him, if he’d taken the innocents among them in a show of anger or to flex his strength, she would take him apart piece by piece.
No warrior, woman or man, could best her within 500 miles. Whatever price he owed would be paid in full before the next moon. It was her duty.
It would be her pleasure.