After hours on horseback walking through the near death lands, the Death Valley soon came into view.
Damien felt it first in the air.
It was different. Like somehow heavier and thicker than it was at the Nightwing pack and the Mooncrest.
Damien rode at the front, his posture straight, his gaze fixed ahead. The warriors behind him remained silent and as ever alert. Every man there knew exactly where they were riding into.
Enemy territory.
And not just any enemy.
Death Valley.
By the time the gates came into view, a line of armed guards was already waiting.
Of course they were.
They didn’t lower their weapons as Damien approached. If anything, their grips tightened.
“Stop there.”
The command rang out sharply.
Damien pulled his horse to a halt without hesitation. His men followed
