POV: Nyxara
The forest grew darker the farther we traveled from the stronghold. Ancient trees blocked out the sun, their branches twisted like arthritic fingers. The path to Crescent Falls wound through territory that had once been neutral ground but now felt hostile.
"We're being watched," Kael said quietly, his silver eyes scanning the shadows. I felt it too. The prickle of attention on my skin. The sense of predators circling.
"How many?" I asked.
"At least six. Maybe more." His hand went to his sword. "They're positioning to ambush us at the next clearing."
"Can we avoid it?"
"Not without them knowing we spotted them. Better to control the engagement." He glanced at me. "Can you fight?"
"I can try."
"That'll have to be enough." He spurred his horse forward. "When they attack, s
