Taking Sides~
Daranuthan o’Brynmohr
Twelvestones
Dara reached the swift gate chamber, his breath heaving from his frantic dash from the family’s chambers down into the depths of the hollow hill. The alarm cries that jarred him awake still rang in his ears.
He elbowed his way through the guardsmen. One gave him a second glance.
“Make way,” the man called out. “Make way for the prince.”
The dam of man-flesh parted, and Dara squeezed through. He cleared the wall of thick-shouldered guardsmen and froze.
Brynmohr bent over Jenna. An arrow protruded from her shoulder like a war banner. Master Cree hovered over them with his gnarled hands clasped in prayer.
Dara’s feet took root where he stopped. His gwynwulf snarled at the scent of blood and brushed past to nuzzle his father’s slumped sh
