Chapter Forty One
The war raged. The sounds floated into Ivy's ears through the broken wall of the compound — steel meeting steel, the guttural snarls of shifting wolves, boots hitting packed earth, the particular sharp c***k of a body hitting the ground and not getting up. She could even tell the difference between the sounds made by Zeke's men and the sounds from the other army. Zeke's men were disciplined, their movements coordinated, their calls to each other brief and functional. The enemy was louder. Louder usually meant less certain. She had been listening for three minutes before she made her decision. She closed her eyes and slowly reached for Misty, who was weak — depleted from whatever she had done in the cell, her presence inside Ivy's chest quieter than usual, like an ember rather than a fla
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