SKYE'S POV
The silence of the snowy gorge was obliterated in a heartbeat.
The descent of the Ironwood wolves was a physical avalanche of tooth and claw. They struck the center of the Conclave’s loose column with bone-shattering force, scattering the silver-leafed sentinels into the deep drifts. The shaggy mountain oxen reared in their traces, their massive horns tossing as the heavy supply sledges jackknifed across the narrow trail, blocking any hope of an organized retreat.
"Flank them!" Kael roared, his voice cutting through the sudden screams of the vanguard. He vaulted over the rocky ledge, his one hundred Nighthaven sentinels falling into a tight, lethal wedge behind him, their heavy broadswords drawn. "Clear the path for the King!"
Eryx did not wait.
He didn't need a path; he ma
