Cadence~
Seth Callan
Twelvestones
“I hadn’t yet come to terms with him. But I’d begun to trust his instincts.”
“He told you it was time to fight.”
“He didn’t have to.”
Jack’s steady cadence counted down the miles. With every stride, Seth led Aleron closer to a fight that was not their own.
He passed by a shield bearing a gold hawk rampant, the heraldry of a Tavish company. He would’ve welcomed Adan’s advice, but his mentor was dead and gone. The decision was his alone.
Seven nights back, Seth had pulled a silver stamp from a box of inlaid wood and penned a response he sealed with a two-stemmed Alsa rose. And now, armor creaked, and weapons clanked as three thousand horsemen streamed south behind him.
None among them had particular sympathy for the Firstborn, but as the word spread
