Chapter 35 The sound of the morning bell rang."It's earlier than usual," Michael grunted as he sat up. "What gives?"Francis lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Death one hundred and three. The alpha had gotten him again, but this time he'd taken it down with him. A small victory that still ended with his ribs being crushed, but progress nonetheless."Just another day, brother." Francis sat up and began dressing. The routine was familiar now, comfortable even. Wake up, get to Thules, tell Tormund, work the forge, fight the Ursaloths. Repeat until dead. Repeat until stronger.