CHAPTER 9
ALARIC’S POV
Once we arrived at Syrlanc’s borders, I got off my horse, Gilead, a midnight black Andalusian, bred and trained for warfare.
I didn’t know what I would meet in Syrlanc, but I had to be ready. No one would be dumb enough to attack one of my territories upon my arrival… but the mind of the enemy moves in ways that are strange to their rival.
One horse handler appeared and took the reins of all three horses before leading them to the barns to get them fed and cleaned. The terrain leading from Redclaw to Syrlanc was difficult to pass through with a car. Narrow, rocky, uneven trails that ran around mountains with steep drop-offs and jagged rocks. It would be suicidal to dare attempt a car ride on a road as dangerous as that, which increased our journey by two more
