Title: Valley of Swords
Tristan felt too excited to sleep, but too cold to keep pacing around his room. He crawled into bed, determined to think about something else. He looked at his closed bedroom door, wishing he could let in the warmth from the fire in the next room. Unfortunately, he learned long ago, it was best to have at least one barrier between him and his father. Hopefully his father wouldn’t return from the scouting expedition he led earlier that day. With any luck a werewolf would tear his head off; Tristan smiled with the thought.