Book Two – Chapter 3
The Siege of the Hall
The sound of war horns echoed through the valley.
From the palace balcony, I looked down in disbelief.
The First Circle covered the mountainside like a sea of crimson.
Thousands of warriors stood beneath blood-red banners that snapped in the icy wind.
At their front sat Lucien astride a massive black wolf, his white cloak billowing behind him.
He slowly drew his sword.
Its crimson blade reflected the moonlight.
"There are too many," Captain Darius whispered.
Even he, a veteran of countless battles, looked unsettled.
Kael stepped forward beside me.
"Then we don't fight alone."
Before I could ask what he meant, Alaric raised his hand toward the towering gates of the Hall.
"They have slept long enough."
His voice echoed through the pal
