Zack – War Room
The map table was shaking—not from my hands, but from the faint, rhythmic tremor coming up through the castle stone.
Not footsteps. Not explosions. Something worse.
Sam’s voice was low, grim. “They’re tunnelling.”
The wards on the outer gates had just been reset after Kieran’s last push, and now, his forces were coming from below. It was a tactic we’d heard whispered about—blood-magic worming that could collapse whole sections of land and turn fortifications into death-traps.
“We can’t wait for them to surface,” Lilly said, stepping in, armor straps still half-fastened from our rushed dressing. Her hair was damp from a cold, furious shower, her eyes hard enough to cut steel. “We meet them underground. On our terms.”
The idea made my wolf rumble with approval. The figh
