Chapter XIV
THE DISASTER
STORM PACED THE HEALER’S tent, his eyebrows creased, his fists held tight against his body. How bloody long could it take for Eagle to wake up? He’d reached their army’s tents at the crack of dawn and it looked like he’d been riding without stopping all the way from Vis. The exhaustion and open wounds on Eagle didn’t herald anything good.
The Dragon’s army had only made it to Ferras a day earlier. The biggest, most influential of the Montes city states had been waiting for them, gates open, leaders kneeling. A weird, yet clever plot had forced the Montes rulers to declare their rebellion. It seemed all heirs of the city states had been abducted, their lives threatened. The rulers had done their part, rebelled on paper, to keep their offspring alive. Yet those wh
